"But momma, can't I --"
"You will not take that thing out while we're eating! Now finish your dinner!"
Brianna was sitting in the pocket of her giant -- his name, she discovered, was Earl. There was nothing much to do, but listen into the giants' dinner conversation. Apparently, Earl lived in quite a handsome cave, and his mother liked to serve supper at five.
"What's he got?" asked Earl's father. Like all giants, he spoke annoyingly slow.
"Mhhh...some sort of moth or bird, I think. I thought we might as well let him keep it for a while."
"Ecspecially since Bob had to go to college!" chimmed in Earl.
"Um...yes, dear," said his mother. Brianna got the sneaky feeling that 'Bob' was really buried in the backyard. I hope he didn't die of suffucation brought on by sitting in a coat-pocket!
"Roger said he saw something funny today." Brianna listened closely. "One of those hunting birds, 'cept it was the size of his head."
Erasmus!
Earl's mother didn't seemed to impressed. "Roger tends to exaggerate. I hope you didn't spend all day gossiping with him. And Earl, please stop dipping your fingers in the mashed potatoes."
Brianna dodged some cookie crumbs. "I hope Mason's having this much fun!"
