Daddy's Adventure

They call him Daddy. Always on the prowl, a loner, a survivor. There he was minding his own business when a violent rain began to fall all around. "My God!", he said. The drops were so huge and violent that they were threatening to drown him. It was death from above. That's what he got for traveling to this strange land, he thought. He scurried around- to the left, to the right, front, back. But every step he took seemed like a misstep-- He could not escape the violent downpour. He was in a canyon, one wall covered in grass as high as he could see, the others bare and white. Maybe his last day had come. His legs were vibrating in fear.

Just when all seemed lost, a huge mesa of land came down from the sky and floated above him. Was his fate to be crushed to death in lieu of drowning? But it was a giant who held the mesa in his hand. A naked giant. The wall of grass Daddy had seen was actually his hairy legs. The giant boulders above were... "Get on!" he said. Daddy didn't know what to think. This was bizarre. Larger than life. But a chance for one more day was enough to make his decision. He got on and the giant moved him to safety on this mesa, outside the falling of the huge, violent raindrops.

"And what happened next, Daddy?"

"Well, the giant spoke to me in his booming voice."

He said, "Now go... shoo! I need to take a shower!"

"That's quite an incredible story, Mr. Longlegs"