The Giant and the Midget
by Jace Daniel
Once upon a time, in a land not that far away from where you are now, there lived a giant, all alone. Not your ordinary giant, mind you; not the kind of giant you’ve read about in storybooks and fairy tales. This giant was different. He was only three feet tall.
Every day the giant took a walk through the fields near his home, overlooking the sea.
“I must be the biggest giant in the world,” he thought. “Why, there couldn’t possibly be any giant bigger than me.”
Once upon the same time, in a land not that far away from where you are now, and not that far from the fields near the giant’s home, there lived a midget, all alone. Not your ordinary midget, mind you; not the kind of midget you’ve seen in movies and television shows. This midget was different. He was ten feet tall.
Every day the midget took a walk through the fields near his home, overlooking the sea.
“I must be the smallest midget in the world,” he thought. “Why, there couldn’t possibly be any midget smaller than me.”
One afternoon, the giant went for his daily walk. Deciding to try something new, he wandered through the fields near his home, and kept going, and kept going, and soon, he wasn’t near his home at all.
That same afternoon, at the same hour, the midget went for his daily walk. Deciding to try something new, he wandered through the fields near his home, and kept going, and kept going, and soon, he wasn’t near his home at all.
It wasn’t long before the giant saw a ten-foot man walking toward him through the fields, overlooking the sea.
“Wow,” thought the giant. “I’m not the biggest giant in the world after all.”
It wasn’t much longer before the midget saw a three-foot man walking toward him through the fields, overlooking the sea.
“Wow,” thought the midget. “I’m not the smallest midget in the world after all.”
And the giant waved to the midget.
And the midget waved back to the giant.
And they both went home, walking through the fields, overlooking the sea.