Now I don't think anyone has ever asked me my side of the story. Well I know that you're not really asking me but since you're laying your eyes on this paper I might as well tell you. First of all I'm the giant but you can call me Bob (that's my first name) its
             not like everyone thinks my first name is. I think that the name Giant makes me sound kind of grotesque or oagerish. I may be a little big but hey, I can't help it! Jack broke into my house and made me look like the bad guy. I give him credit because only a genius could pull that one off. He never made me out to be the soft and cuddly guy that I am.
             Here's the real story. Once upon a time... Ummmmm... That one has been done too much. Ok. Well I can't think of another way to start this story so I'll use the old traditional way. Once upon a time there was this little cuddly giant named Bob, which is I. I was sleeping gently in my bed dreaming of princes and princesses fairies and knights, when all of a sudden I was awakened. Every morning when I wake up I say a little poem," Fee-Fi-Fo-Fumm." I wrote it myself, I'm quite the poet. Getting back to my story, I was awakened by the sound of or at least what sounded like small little footsteps. I was curious what this noise was so I got up out of bed and searched my house not to mention it's a castle. I was a little scared thinking what kind of person breaks into a house in broad daylight; it just didn't make any sense. Since I was already awake I said my morning poem,"Fee-Fi-Fo-Fumm!" I said it fairly loud hoping to scare the person who was in my house. I knew it wasn't my wife Georgina because she was sleeping next to me but she wasn't awakened. Although, she usually gets up really early, by this time I was really worried about what was going on. I walked into my living room to see if anything was missing in the
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