Color us Slingshooted … Slingshotted … Slingshat? Something.
You, too, could save the village and make a new friend.
Cut off his head? Why would we do that? You’ve got that giant all wrong. Sure, he talked a good game:
“CHALLENGE ME! SEND OUT YOUR CHAMPION!”
But he’s not a bad guy.
No, we didn’t threaten to “smite” him. We just offered him a handshake, a bottle of 2011 Slingshot Cab, and some conversation. See, he wanted people to fear him. He spent his life being the scary giant because that’s the only way people respected him. After years of being mocked when he was young, he felt he had no other choice but to be mean.
After a couple of glasses of berries, dried cherries, currants and herbs, he opened up. He’s pretty friendly when you get to know him. And, boy, does he love the lyre! We sang songs, talked about life, and nobody had their head bashed in! Nice!