Sam and Jack fell in love years before when Sam lived in a land high above the clouds. In this different world, Sam lived with his father and brothers in a tribe inhabiting the forests, bordering a cobblestone road, leading to a majestic castle possessed by two giants, Master and his submissive servant, Slave. Often, Sam snuck into the castle to steal food for his family, especially when a member of his family became ill, the sickness usually Giant Fever. Although Slave gave morsels of food when Sam begged, Master delighted in feasting on humans like Sam. Sam developed his skill in running with exceptional speed to prevent being captured by the giants. Living naturally without clothes was a necessity to hastily flee them. Nudity, also enabled the people in his tribe to select their mates. It was only natural they went about their daily lives uninhibited and naked.
Sam first met Jack from a distance when Sam lurked in the background after getting food from Slave for his ailing father. Sam noticed a strange man who wore clothing, like the giants, but fleeing with Master’s bag of gold coins. Sam’s thought about this man he saw running for his life.
How strange. A man like me who wears cloths like the giants. There is something about that man I like. Where is he going? He’s definitely in a hurry to get away from Master. He must know that Master loves to eat us. That man must be adventurous to be bold enough to steal from this villain. I would like to meet him. Sam stared, and stared, and stared.
As Jack fled the pursuit of Master and Slave with the coins, he noticed Sam watching him from a distance. Their eyes locked with more interest than curiosity. Jack disappeared down through the ground, vanishing from Sam and the giants.
Oh, no. Master has stopped chasing him. The man must have fallen off the ground into oblivion. That’s disappointing. I wonder where he was from. Sam thought the man had fallen off the edge of the world. So he returned to his family with food for his ailing father, thinking of the man who wore clothes. The clothed man left a deep impression in Sam’s mind, a rush of sensations breeding curiosity and desire.
Day after day, Sam returned to the place where the man had disappeared, hoping to capture another glimpse of the man who probably would never come again.
Months later, Sam’s father had been stricken with Giant Fever. Sam journeyed to the castle to beg for chunks of meat from Slave. “Slave, could you spare a few small pieces of that meat? My father is sick and needs meat to get well.”
“You best run out of my kitchen before Master smells you. He has even larger appetite for wimpy humans like you after one of you stole a bag of his gold coins. If I give you some meat, get out of my kitchen and run.” The servant was not as hospitable as before, but did give some scraps of beef.
Sam had started back home when his thoughts about the man who wore clothes. He deducted that man had probably been the one who stole Master’s bag of coins. His fantasies of seeing him again inspired Sam to backtrack to the cobblestone road. Maybe I’ll see him, again. I’ll wait a while. I need to see him, again.
Hiding in the shrubs beside the road, he witnessed the same man fleeing with a cackling chicken. Noticing the man being pursued by both Master and Slave, Sam felt it necessary to help the man. He‘s here again. And he needs help, my help. I need to talk to him. How did he return? How did he come back from oblivion? Did he climb back from the edge of the world?
When Jack approached the same place where he had disappeared the time before, he turned around and gazed in Sam’s direction.
Their gazes locked into a sedentary but hypnotic trance momentarily.
Sam felt euphoric, overcome with chilling sensations prickling his skin. He motioned with his right hand for the man to follow his lead to escape from the giants who were rapidly approaching both Jack and Sam. Sam turned around and sprinted into the forests. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the man was trailing behind him. He soon realized the man ran swiftly right behind him, but the chicken kept cackling, enabling the giants to hear where they progressed.
They ran, and ran, and ran until they stopped to rest. From the knapsack, around his neck, containing the food for his father, Sam retrieved a piece of cloth. “Here, cover that chicken with this piece of cloth. It’ll make the chicken think it is night. It’ll stop squawking.”
The cackling ceased.
Sam introduced himself and learned Jack’s name. “Why are you stealing that chicken from Master and Slave? It is nothing, but a chicken.”
“This is no ordinary chicken. It lays golden eggs. The golden eggs will help out on the farm where I live.” Jack glanced at Sam’s naked body.
Sam first met Jack from a distance when Sam lurked in the background after getting food from Slave for his ailing father. Sam noticed a strange man who wore clothing, like the giants, but fleeing with Master’s bag of gold coins. Sam’s thought about this man he saw running for his life.
How strange. A man like me who wears cloths like the giants. There is something about that man I like. Where is he going? He’s definitely in a hurry to get away from Master. He must know that Master loves to eat us. That man must be adventurous to be bold enough to steal from this villain. I would like to meet him. Sam stared, and stared, and stared.
As Jack fled the pursuit of Master and Slave with the coins, he noticed Sam watching him from a distance. Their eyes locked with more interest than curiosity. Jack disappeared down through the ground, vanishing from Sam and the giants.
Oh, no. Master has stopped chasing him. The man must have fallen off the ground into oblivion. That’s disappointing. I wonder where he was from. Sam thought the man had fallen off the edge of the world. So he returned to his family with food for his ailing father, thinking of the man who wore clothes. The clothed man left a deep impression in Sam’s mind, a rush of sensations breeding curiosity and desire.
Day after day, Sam returned to the place where the man had disappeared, hoping to capture another glimpse of the man who probably would never come again.
Months later, Sam’s father had been stricken with Giant Fever. Sam journeyed to the castle to beg for chunks of meat from Slave. “Slave, could you spare a few small pieces of that meat? My father is sick and needs meat to get well.”
“You best run out of my kitchen before Master smells you. He has even larger appetite for wimpy humans like you after one of you stole a bag of his gold coins. If I give you some meat, get out of my kitchen and run.” The servant was not as hospitable as before, but did give some scraps of beef.
Sam had started back home when his thoughts about the man who wore clothes. He deducted that man had probably been the one who stole Master’s bag of coins. His fantasies of seeing him again inspired Sam to backtrack to the cobblestone road. Maybe I’ll see him, again. I’ll wait a while. I need to see him, again.
Hiding in the shrubs beside the road, he witnessed the same man fleeing with a cackling chicken. Noticing the man being pursued by both Master and Slave, Sam felt it necessary to help the man. He‘s here again. And he needs help, my help. I need to talk to him. How did he return? How did he come back from oblivion? Did he climb back from the edge of the world?
When Jack approached the same place where he had disappeared the time before, he turned around and gazed in Sam’s direction.
Their gazes locked into a sedentary but hypnotic trance momentarily.
Sam felt euphoric, overcome with chilling sensations prickling his skin. He motioned with his right hand for the man to follow his lead to escape from the giants who were rapidly approaching both Jack and Sam. Sam turned around and sprinted into the forests. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the man was trailing behind him. He soon realized the man ran swiftly right behind him, but the chicken kept cackling, enabling the giants to hear where they progressed.
They ran, and ran, and ran until they stopped to rest. From the knapsack, around his neck, containing the food for his father, Sam retrieved a piece of cloth. “Here, cover that chicken with this piece of cloth. It’ll make the chicken think it is night. It’ll stop squawking.”
The cackling ceased.
Sam introduced himself and learned Jack’s name. “Why are you stealing that chicken from Master and Slave? It is nothing, but a chicken.”
“This is no ordinary chicken. It lays golden eggs. The golden eggs will help out on the farm where I live.” Jack glanced at Sam’s naked body.