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The Great Giant of the Northern Wood was fast asleep. His snoring was like a steam train clacking along wooden tracks. In fact, that’s what the Giant thought he was hearing when he started waking up. When he was rubbing the grogginess from his eyes, he suddenly figured out what it was.
“It must be those pesky raccoons again.” thought the Giant. He swung his tree like legs over his gigantic bedside, and stood up. The floor boards creaked and groaned under the immense weight of the Giant.
The Giant liked almost all of the animals, they were his only friends since he lived alone. But he did not like the raccoons at all. They were always up to mischief and mess up everything. Just yesterday, they crawled up into the Giants food pantry, and ate all that was there.
On that one occasion, the Giant got up real early in the morning, deciding to go for a walk through the woods. He did, and he set out tramping throughout the entire woodland. He was gone all the way past breakfast and got incredibly hungry. On the way back, the only thing the Giant could think about was pancakes. The mounds of snow reminded him of the mounds of warm-melting butter he would spread over his golden brown pancakes. The rustling of the trees only reminded him of the sizzling of those golden sunshine. When he passed his hand through the tops of the pine trees, the sticky sap reminded him of the warm sticky sweetness he would fill the old wooden cask with.
When he finally returned to his log home on the great hill, the giant, before going in, rounded the house to pick up a load of wood for the big fire he would need. He took his ax, and chopped up several large logs, all the while thinking about those pancakes. When he was done, he entered is house, and kneeling down by the fire, deposited the logs. The Giant stood up, and opened the squeaky door to his food pantry. But to the Giants surprise, when he opened the door, thirty of the fattest raccoons you ever saw came tumbling out, and scrambling all over the place. The Giant was furious. He got a big brown sack, and scooped up all of those raccoons, and that is how the Giant obtained his big furry hat.
All that happened last week. Now the Giant wanted to get rid of them once and for all.
“I’ll show those ’coons not to mess with the Great Giant of the Northern Wood!” the Giant thought as he reached for a black bag. He grabbed a piece of cold meat, and slammed the front door as he went out.
The Giant spent all morning setting traps he had bought at the trading post. He set big traps, and small traps, covering them in a heap of snow. When it was about lunch time, the giant headed back toward his house for a generous heap of pancakes and coffee (ever since yesterday, the Giant eats up all his pancakes as soon as he can so the raccoons wouldn’t get any).
On his way back, the Giant heard some rattling and rustling.
“I must’ve caught one!” the Giant thought happily. He rushed over toward the trap, but what was caught in the trap wasn’t a raccoon, it was a little rabbit. The poor little rabbit was struggling to get out, but it’s leg was stuck in-between the relentless iron jaws of the steel trap.
“How’d you get in there?” asked the Giant, “That trap was for the ‘coons!” The Giant pulled the little rabbit from the trap, and took it home. He bandaged up the little rabbit’s leg, and put a splint on it. To make amends the Giant even offered the little rabbit some of his pancakes, and he told the little rabbit not to worry about any more iron traps, he would go right then and take them all down. The Giant took the little rabbit back to where he had found it, and watched it half hop and half wobble home.
The Great Giant of the Northern Wood was fast asleep. His snoring was like a steam train clacking along wooden tracks. In fact, that’s what the Giant thought he was hearing when he started waking up. When he was rubbing the grogginess from his eyes, he suddenly figured out what it was.
“It must be those pesky raccoons again.” thought the Giant. He swung his tree like legs over his gigantic bedside, and stood up. The floor boards creaked and groaned under the immense weight of the Giant.
The Giant liked almost all of the animals, they were his only friends since he lived alone. But he did not like the raccoons at all. They were always up to mischief and mess up everything. Just yesterday, they crawled up into the Giants food pantry, and ate all that was there.
On that one occasion, the Giant got up real early in the morning, deciding to go for a walk through the woods. He did, and he set out tramping throughout the entire woodland. He was gone all the way past breakfast and got incredibly hungry. On the way back, the only thing the Giant could think about was pancakes. The mounds of snow reminded him of the mounds of warm-melting butter he would spread over his golden brown pancakes. The rustling of the trees only reminded him of the sizzling of those golden sunshine. When he passed his hand through the tops of the pine trees, the sticky sap reminded him of the warm sticky sweetness he would fill the old wooden cask with.
When he finally returned to his log home on the great hill, the giant, before going in, rounded the house to pick up a load of wood for the big fire he would need. He took his ax, and chopped up several large logs, all the while thinking about those pancakes. When he was done, he entered is house, and kneeling down by the fire, deposited the logs. The Giant stood up, and opened the squeaky door to his food pantry. But to the Giants surprise, when he opened the door, thirty of the fattest raccoons you ever saw came tumbling out, and scrambling all over the place. The Giant was furious. He got a big brown sack, and scooped up all of those raccoons, and that is how the Giant obtained his big furry hat.
All that happened last week. Now the Giant wanted to get rid of them once and for all.
“I’ll show those ’coons not to mess with the Great Giant of the Northern Wood!” the Giant thought as he reached for a black bag. He grabbed a piece of cold meat, and slammed the front door as he went out.
The Giant spent all morning setting traps he had bought at the trading post. He set big traps, and small traps, covering them in a heap of snow. When it was about lunch time, the giant headed back toward his house for a generous heap of pancakes and coffee (ever since yesterday, the Giant eats up all his pancakes as soon as he can so the raccoons wouldn’t get any).
On his way back, the Giant heard some rattling and rustling.
“I must’ve caught one!” the Giant thought happily. He rushed over toward the trap, but what was caught in the trap wasn’t a raccoon, it was a little rabbit. The poor little rabbit was struggling to get out, but it’s leg was stuck in-between the relentless iron jaws of the steel trap.
“How’d you get in there?” asked the Giant, “That trap was for the ‘coons!” The Giant pulled the little rabbit from the trap, and took it home. He bandaged up the little rabbit’s leg, and put a splint on it. To make amends the Giant even offered the little rabbit some of his pancakes, and he told the little rabbit not to worry about any more iron traps, he would go right then and take them all down. The Giant took the little rabbit back to where he had found it, and watched it half hop and half wobble home.
