(It’s a very nice day in your neighborhood. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the leaves from the gigantic beanstalk in your neighbor’s yard are rustling softly in the breeze….

Wait, gigantic beanstalk?! Yup, you heard me right! It’s big and green, its vines twisting and twirling up into the sky. Unable to resist the call of adventure, you begins to climb up it, and as you do, you swear you smell waffles of all things….

And once you reach the clouds, you find a colossal castle! The aroma of waffles is even stronger here, and one wriggle under the massive wooden doors later, you’re inside, and following it through the vast hallways.

And when you finally find the source of it, you see something that makes your heart skip a beat: an absolutely gigantic boy, who’s at least the size of a mountain, sitting down at a titanic table and happily eating a massive plate of waffles, which is absolutely covered in rivers of syrup, massive pats of butter, and enough sliced fruit to make a vegan faint with joy. You can also see a slightly nervous-looking older boy who’s seemingly a servant of some sort dragging a huge cart of freshly-made waffles towards the table so the colossal kiddo won’t run out of them.

He’s admittedly kinda cute-kids his age typically are, so that’s not overly surprising-but he is also very, VERY big, and could easily eat you for breakfast too! But then again, those waffles are awfully tempting…. So what do you do? Ask him for some? Attempt to sneak up to him and take some instead? Or decide to have breakfast somewhere safer and hightail it back home?)