It’s that time again, all my literary friends. Mr. Giant is teleporting, into mysteriously, groovy lands. Given magical red shoes, to teleport around. Really wanting, to hear musical sounds. *DING* The Giant appears on stage, dancing to “Survivor.” Destiny’s Child, bringing the house down like a WWF, or E, pile driver. No, literally, the stage begin to crash. Too much rockin’, like Jumpin’ Jack Flash.
The Giant teleported again, this time to a land dressed in all black. Though wait, that’s usually reserved for Ms. Mary Mack, Mack, Mack. 🎶 He teleported again, this time on a yellow brick road. Somewhere over the rainbow, where his red shoes were bestowed. Glinda magically appeared, who blessed him the shoes. The Giant thanked her, happy that he sang the blues.
*DONG* The Giant found himself at home, it’s the rhythm of the night. Letting his excitement breathe, so his mind rests in delight. Though the party will live on, it’s that time for bed. This Giant, hopes that all of you wonderful writers, are enchanted with soothing dreams ahead.