Kylee deftly navigated the forest of legs. Giants moved carelessly about discussing the intricacies of measuring heights, or the trouble with cumulonimbus clouds, or whatever it is that giants discuss at dinner parties, oblivious to the runt scurrying about their feet.
She had been whisked off to the land of giants in the middle of the night. A witch, jealous of Kylee’s beauty (or some other equally feckless reason), banished her to this accursed place.
The giants were not mean (as the storybooks make them), just indifferent to little people. Loaf-sized crumbs fell to the floor. At least she wouldn’t starve.
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"loaf-sized crumbs" in the shape of candy corn and oreo turkeys:)