Two Families and a Giant

It started out like any other average day. The only difference: it was moving day. I was in 5th grade, and this was huge. We were moving to a new city with new surroundings, not knowing what to expect. I thought it was going to be just another day, but I thought wrong. We finished packing our belongings, loaded up the truck, got into our car, and off to the new house we went. As we were driving, it started to pour. The water was coming down so fast, the roads were flooding, the moving truck was carried away with the water, cars began to float, people were being dragged with the current down the road turned river. Before I knew it, I was in the air. Not flying, but just hanging hundreds of feet in the air.

We were still in the car, but around me was complete blue. I looked out the window and realized we were in the palm of a giant. He had appeared out of nowhere, picked up our car, and began to carry us away. I looked down and the road no longer looked as if it were part of a city. Marshy, green, areas covered the land around the road. I began to panic, and asked the giant who he was, and what exactly was going on. He said his name was Theodore and he was taking us to his home not too far away.

We traveled for what seemed like forever, until our car, now covered in mud, had arrived at Theodore’s quaint little dwelling. It was small for someone of that size, but definitely didn’t look like your traditional home. It was a dome shaped, stone house. The door was pale orange, and paint was peeling all around. Weeds had overtaken the front yard, and dead trees towered over the entry- way. He pulled us out of our car, one by one, and sat us down on a log bench by the door. At this point, I was quite scared. Theodore seemed like a nice guy, but his size drove deep fear into my mind. My dad was the first to speak up; he asked what he wanted from us. It was silent. I spoke next, asking why he had brought us here. He stared at each of us with a straight face and finally spoke. He told us how his home was falling apart, and when he came to the city, he wanted a house just like the ones there. When he saw us following the moving truck, he decided to follow us for a little while, then take us to his home. He kindly asked us if he could move in with us so he could live in the city. After contemplating this decision, my parents agreed to help him out. This still didn’t answer the question of why the streets had flooded, and swamps had taken over the land around them. We asked Theodore, and he simply stated that he did that to get attention. He overflowed his bathtub, filled up his watering can, and poured it over the entire city – just so he could get a new home to live in.

We headed back to the main roads, and Theodore walked us to our new house. My dad promised Theodore a small home in the backyard for him to live. When we arrived, we introduced ourselves to the neighbors. Across the street were the Wilsons. Having a giant with us definitely drew attention, but that attention was a first impression and memory that would draw our two families closer than you could imagine. Even today, our families are almost like one, and to think that Theodore the giant helped bring us that close. That day was anything than ordinary. Not only did we meet a giant, but we also met our best friends. Thank you, Theodore.