Glowing from the sun, the giant
These almost belong to her but not quite . . .
counting the hallway, how many meters long, tall, how
wide the distances, how deep the mud around the sea.
walks in a light trot, stops. At the corner of
the granary, smells mud left by a stranger. Oh, if that could
be the other
, but if it’s not, don’t come into my
corner, there’ll be trouble! And the giant
thick, but shallow streak in the earth by the woodshed.
’s thoughts are also enormous, it would be
happy to kiss the sun, but can’t, it’s too high. Having driven
dust into trampled wrinkles, the
and looks about long, long. Tries to look fierce.
At night sleep won’t come, and the
decides to go
look for the lost mate. But in the dark land an almost worn-
out bast shoe looks almost as large. So the stranger dares to
enter and stay on the threshold.
“Away, away, away!” growls the
“Gills, gills, gills!” the adversary growls back and doesn’t
even consider leaving.