Jasper had nowhere to go, so she ended up hanging around my local farm. Towering and powerful, she was an intimidating presence—but oddly calm. One afternoon, she casually stretched out and rested her massive feet on my small tractor, treating it like a footrest.

Later, she wandered into the barn and eventually dozed off, pulling a pile of hay over herself like a blanket. Her huge feet remained planted on the tractor, completely still.

I stood there, staring. They were enormous—way bigger than anything I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help myself. Curiosity got the better of me, and I slowly reached out and touched her massive sole. It was warm, slightly rough, and surprisingly soft in some spots. Her foot didn’t even flinch. It was like trying to move a boulder.

I tried to shift them off the tractor, but they were just too heavy. So there I was—stuck—next to a sleeping gem warrior with her feet holding my tractor hostage.