Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. It was coming. Boiling hot splashes of tea came bellowing down to the ground. I could hear people screaming, see people running – feel the giants footsteps getting closer. I yelled, “HELP,” and started to run faster and faster – though, it wasn’t fast enough. BANG. I turned around and saw a massive teacup on the floor, but no giant was seen. I stopped and looked around me: I saw nothing but trees. I started to run again but I felt something grab onto my shirt. Before I knew it, I was in the air, staring into the red eyes of a giant.