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Mon says, i'm slow.

But above all, the giant is terrified!

This is probably due to this, that he cannot survive in the wild.

Barely whistled, he also perceives his defenselessness and screams.

After unfamiliar hands wrap him out of the warming towel, you put the giant

then to the mother's breast, where he sucks. What a tiny one! He is fast to the

picker, Become a dart and giant!

Later he builds himself a huge dress against his innate cold! It is

his house and stands apart from him like a wall. The giant sleeps and

dreams at right angles in his house, but nestle against it or bend into it,

he can't. After all: it fanned him a certain warmth, it is

shields it from outside intruders.

The giant still has a huge need for protection! One is amazed, how

he also put the tiniest thing in his huge protective cloak

consider. Whether he can feel the wet ground on his stomach, if

he whizzes from A to B., its huge livelihoods like barracks

loaded on the back? What chaos he is wreaking with his tracks!!!!

He's probably just missing a skin!

They say, i'm slow, I often sneak through his huge garden.

He almost always crushes me, but almost always I straighten myself out

on.

Would he put himself in other people's shoes? – in snails- to the

example, he could see, that his defenselessness is just a chimera.

(31.3.19, Image Christian)

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