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Jack and the Giant Boy . . . . . . (continued – page 8)

Alric put his arms around his mother’s neck and fell asleep, only waking briefly when she tucked him in bed. When he woke up in the middle of the night, hungry, she didn’t complain, but warmed up some leftover spaghetti and pizza, which was followed closely by an enormous warm brownie with whipped cream and a heaping bowl of ice cream with strawberry sauce and chocolate sprinkles. 

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The mayor of the human town lay down that night with a groan. He hoped the chaos of the day would not repeat itself. The next time, if there ever was a next time, the lad’s parents ought to supervise him better! Thankfully, the older giant had cleaned up the cement mess – it was the least he could have done, the mayor thought, to fix the mess his “boy” had caused. It had been nice that he’d broken it into gravel, and cleared it into a gravel pit outside the town. At least the townspeople weren’t unhappy.







They said that the youngster had helped the garbage man arrive earlier than ever, and did the garbage man’s work far better than the garbage man himself ever did it. Fortunately, the poor garbage man was almost over his fright. The local psychologist felt that all the drivers of the cars played with would soon recover.

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Jack woke in the middle of the night to a loud clap of thunder and the pounding of a fierce rainstorm.



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