The BFG -- Big Friendly Goliath

The BFG – Big, Friendly Goliath

Author Unknown, H. Hastohmuff Fan-fiction, "discovered" by Aequitus

In a world full of strife and danger, it can be hard for anyone to be a gentle soul. Harder even so, if you were born and bred to be a warrior. What can you do, when the world looks upon you as a weapon of destruction, but your spirit yearns for peace?

Excerpt:

Twig, is what he called himself. It was surreal, seeing this hulking giant of a man tenderly pick up little flowers, root and stem, and plant them in the soil with the precision of a watchmaker. His course cotton tunic stained from grass and soil. The most soft-spoken voice reached my ears, “Please forgive me for asking, but could you tread with great care in the confines of my garden? One careless step could snuff out a life.” He need not have said anything; I was rooted to the spot. I watched him work until the sun retreated behind the hills to the West. Just before the twilight set in, he wordlessly maneuvered me to the edge of his garden. “This is my canvas,” he said in a whisper filled with reverence, “and life is my paint.”