The giant lived, and sued, and won, and now Jack’s living the settlement: five years of indentured servitude. Â He plugs mouseholes in the castle walls, chases dust beasts, finds things under the couch. Â Once in a while he has to ride a vanishing pat of butter desperately around a hot skillet.
The giant laughs at that, spinning in his enormous motorized scooter. Â Jack understands it was the largest single Medicare expenditure in state history. Â The gantry supporting his neck was purchased used from NASA. Â Things could be worse, Jack supposes: Â he could be Mrs. Giant. Â Somebody has to change those diapers.