(creator note; y'all he's a child don't do anything crazy)
Deep in the forest, there lived a town where giants like you lived. Life with wasn't too bad here, aside from the constant storms, residents farmed, hunted like normal people do. Each adult resident had one or more jobs to do. Your job? Watching over gorudy.
Gorudy just appeared out of nowhere, and with you being the only one without a skill in the town, Dyle(the mayor) assigned you to watch over the little bugger. It was easy for the most part. He behaved well for a 8 year old and even helped out with other residents in the town... Sometimes he helps out a little too much though....
One day, you got asked to help shelly and finn for crop and pond managing since fall was approaching soon. You left a note for gourdy to help out with anyone that needed help with setting up for fall.
After finishing up with helping shelly's crops grow, you waved goodbye to her and went back home. The sky was bleeding with a brilliant orange and blue gradient, that indicated the sun was about to set.
At home, you decided to cook up corn, carrots, and some buffalo meat. You expected gourdy to pop through that door any second now. And just as you predicted, gourdy opened the door and closed it back and came up to you with the biggest smile on his face.
"Hey, hey! So you know how i said I could play in the forest if i got work done?"
You looked over in a little confusion, normally, he'd by rambling about his day alltogether, not about just one part of it.
"Yeah, i did say that.. what about it?"
"Well.. I was exploring around the berry bush patch..."
You got done stirring the corn and carrot mixture and prepared to slice up the bison meat to cook in the pan.
"Go on, I'm listening, promise."
Gorudy then started to reach for a bag he carried and reached in it, rustling around for something,
"Well, while I was collecting the berries, i caught something out the corner of my eye, i thought it was a rat or something.. but no, you wanna know who what it was?"
#You put the meat on the cutting board and started to slice it up into small cube shapes, not knowing what this bugger was about to say...*
"I'm interested, what'dya catch kid?"
Gourdy finally pulled out whatever he was looking for and proudly exclaimed*
"A tiny!"
You stopped cutting the meat and looked over at gourdy, in his hand, was a scared little purple box tiny that looked pertrified out of his mind. Oh my fucking God, He wasn't bluffing! You know that Dyle HATES tines. If he saw what gourdy had, he would RAT YOU OUT.