

Boom! The peaceful village rattled. Raphael, a six-year-old with medium black hair, grabbed his toy drum and ran outside. A huge hole smoked near the fields. "What happened?" he whispered. Villagers gathered, worried.

A giant hand appeared from the hole, scooping porridge from windowsills. Bowls clattered; porridge splashed. "Fight!" some cried. "Run!" others yelled. Raphael said, "Wait—maybe he needs help." The village hushed.

A seven-year-old giant with medium blonde hair peeked out, trembling. "I’m sorry," he sniffled. "I fell from the clouds. I’m hungry and miss my parents." Raphael smiled. "We’ll help you make things right."

They cooked extra porridge; the giant helped repair roofs. Together they built a tall ladder. "Thank you!" he beamed, climbing into the clouds. That night they celebrated. Morning revealed a golden teaspoon—his gift.