I trudge along through the desert, holding onto the long rope and I look back. the Giant looks down at me, like he is smiling and slowly walks behind me. I smile back and look forward. I think to myself
I'll have to find shelter soon, I'm getting tired and quite hungry, and I'm sure the Giant is quite thirsty. But it's always tough finding a good campsite.
Sure, I always found a place to camp, but the problem with having a Giant with trees growing out of his back was finding a big enough river to water them. I think to myself, sighing. I look around, hoping to find a river soon.
