A.N. — The tone I am striking here is, I hope, effective despite its departure from the more conventional method of drabbling I've been employing. Or perhaps I just dove too deep into a giant's mindset. Trying to do this from his POV was discarded and adapted for this; he just doesn't know enough English.
40. Grawp
Forests were forests. Trees provided shade, or weapons. And mountains were mountains, though back home they'd been taller. Both had caves for shelter, and so Grawp was content.
Both forests had bad company.
Grawp's fellow giants bullied his for his shortness. Eventually, this led to him being cast out of the tribe, his birthplace. Being alone was no bother for Grawp; there were no hurtful words that way.
The Forbidden Forest had centaurs, tiny creatures that also talked. The only words Grawp cared for came from Hagrid, and his even tinier set of friends.
Forests were forests; words were words.