Each summer on the mountainous island of Domdrum, giants from all over the world congregate to take part in the annual Giant Rolling Festival. A time-honoured tradition, the festival involves hundreds of giants rolling sideways down the mountains and scoring points for each tree, boulder and house they knock down along the way. There are occasional injuries, occasional deaths – usually of flattened human spectators who fail to heed the safety warnings – and also occasional landslides.
Sometimes the scores become so huge that the giant referees lose track of who’s winning and fights break out among the entrants. It’s all deemed to be part of the fun, however, and it would ruin the event if such exchanges were banned.
The prize is the same every year – a small plaque made from the first tree felled in the original Giant Rolling Festival, which took place 386 years ago. Despite such a paltry prize, the competition is taken incredibly seriously, and is now sponsored by the Wigglywam Bank – a sure sign of its popularity.
Tickets are now available for next year’s festival, including two nights’ free camping, at a price of three-gold pieces. Book early to avoid disappointment.
14 July 2006
13 July 2006
How to deal with giants
There was a strange glow to the town of Grimple. It had always been there – at least ever since the fabulously overweight giant Bilderbung was sick over it after eating a rancid whale. But these were the things towns had to cope with if they lived in close harmony with giants. Other places hadn’t fared so well, however.
It’s possibly best not to mention what happened to the small village of Worlington when it came into contact with the notoriously incontinent giant Agretha. And the city of Glump vanished forever when Plompey the Great suffered from a week long bout of the runs.
But Grimple survived Bilderbung’s bilious onslaught and soon became a popular tourist destination. Its pink dayglo look is now a particular favouite with party-goers the world over, and is renowned as the dance capital of the world.
So if a giant ever chooses your home town to ruin, don’t worry. There are always ways of making the best of a situation.
It’s possibly best not to mention what happened to the small village of Worlington when it came into contact with the notoriously incontinent giant Agretha. And the city of Glump vanished forever when Plompey the Great suffered from a week long bout of the runs.
But Grimple survived Bilderbung’s bilious onslaught and soon became a popular tourist destination. Its pink dayglo look is now a particular favouite with party-goers the world over, and is renowned as the dance capital of the world.
So if a giant ever chooses your home town to ruin, don’t worry. There are always ways of making the best of a situation.
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