I work for the Giant. The Giant lives above the clouds. I have to get up extra early every morning so I can climb the two-and-a-half miles of ladder to go and work at the Giant’s house. The Giant gets upset that I’m out of breath and sweaty and need to rest when I arrive. I suggest that the Giant hire someone else. The Giant complains that he just might do that. But he hasn’t so far.
I like to eat mouse cheese. It’s cheese made from the milk of mice. I buy the cheese directly from the mice. I go to the mouse hole at the base of my living room wall, knock three times, and put ten dollars in the hole. I wait usually a minute and then a mouse pushes out a fairly large piece of cheese. The cheese is incredibly sweet and filling. Plus it’s the only cheese I can eat that doesn’t give me phlegm.
Sometimes when I look into my right palm I’ll see a vision of downtown Aneb-Hetch, Egypt, around the year 3300 BC. People are selling their wares on the streets amidst heavy foot traffic. A horse and chariot passes by transporting a local official. Once I saw Queen Hetep-heres pass by in a carrying chair, supported by 12 strong men. And then there was that time I noticed a person looking up towards me, shouting and pointing. Others looked and pointed. I scowled, creating a general panic. That was a good day.
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