"Hello Mr. Johnson!"
"Why hello there Brian! You out with your sister?"
"She's inside with momma. Nice day today, don't you think?"
"Oh yes. The crops are growing well. I think we'll be in for a good harvest."
"Gee, I hope so, Mr. Johnson. I haven't had cornbread in ages!"
"Well, let's pray to Pagigi that they'll grow enough, I'll even save some wheat for yeh. How's that sound?"
"Will you really? Gosh Mr. Johnson, that'll be swell!"
"Now run along now. I've got cows to feed."
"Okay bye mister... oh my gosh! What's that?"
"By the gods... it looks like a giant hand!"
"What's it doing in the air?"
"Run home, Brian. I'll see what this is about."
"It looks like it's got something around it's wrist!"
"Molyneux preserve us... could it be? It's the hand of Pagigi himself!"
"It's all red and veiny!"
"Hush, child. Get inside!"
"Now it's reaching down... no... it's drawing back... wait..."
MUNCH.
TIGRIS!
Pause.
TIGRIS YOU SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW!
Growl, growl.
I'M WARNING YOU, TIGRIS, IF YOU DON'T SPIT THAT OUT I'LL SLAP YOU UPSIDE THE HEAD, SEE IF I DON'T!
Purr, purr.
SLAP!
Whimper, whimper.
SPLAT!
THUD!
CRASH!
TIGRIS SPIT THAT OUT! SPIT IT OUT NOW AND I WON'T TATTOO OBSCENE PICTURES UPON YOUR BACK.
The villagers all shook with the vibrations that followed... did that sound like consideration?
TIGRIS...
Ptoo!
"MOOOMMMEEEEEE!!!"
"Brian are you alright?"
"AAAHHH! I wanna go home!!"
BAD BOY! NO MORE COWS FOR YOU!
The entire village cringed at the whimpers that followed.
AWW... DON'T CRY... HERE...
People scattered as the hand dipped down and started stroking the large fifty-foot tiger standing in the middle of the field.
ALL BETTER? NOW LET'S GO HOME.
A gigantic leash suddenly leapt into existence, connecting the terrifying titanic tiger to the mysterious hand. The two were swept away, leaving behind a large number of rather confused and now suddenly very religious villagers.