The man stared up at the giant chair on the pedestal. No human could have sat on this thing. What could have though? Why it was none other than a giant. Towering higher than a 10 story building, it was a giant who called himself 'Cuculainn'. He had a very shaggy appearance, long hair and a bushy beard that was rarely cut. Rather it was hard to cut it with such tiny scissors that did not even fit on his pinky finger. His bathtub was the ocean and his water bottle was the lake. People often said he had his head in the clouds often, much more literarily that one usually uses the term. Often, he would sneeze and those little humans were much smaller than him would be swept away by the sheer force of the winds. It was also usually what started the plagues. Not many liked him, especially since he was so hard to feed. Large cows and huge sheep were too small for him to eat normally. Vegetables and fruits would come in boatloads just for a snack. He would often complain that his clothes were uncomfortable, woven from giant cyprus trees. Accessories contained the fur of the animals he ate. Feeling very uncomfortable one day, he decided to make something he could enjoy. Grabbing a forest, he slowly started to fashion our his hands and sheer strength a chair just his size. Although large, his hands were very swift and very dexterous. He crafted a beautiful chair and people would come to awe at it from the sheer wonder of how such a large clumsy giant could create something so…nice. Therefore, the clumsy giant had found his place in the world, by merely trying a little and excelling in something he didn't think he could.