Wherever he was, he wasn’t in the forest. The forest was behind him now. Bowman’s heart pounded and a new wave of fear and despair surged through him. “It’s not too late to let me out,” he said. “Please, giant. Let me out of here.”
The giant snorted. “ ‘Giant?’ I’m not the big one here, little guy. I’m just a human. Not even that tall a’ one. You’re the one who’s Tinkerbell-sized.”
Bowman shook his head. “I don’t know what that is. You keep throwing out weird words and not listening to me! ”
“I’m listening,” the giant ‘human’ replied. “And I’m telling you that you should chill.”
