Mungo P. Tallyrand, squinting in the harsh

Mungo P. Tallyrand, squinting in the harsh sunlight, surveyed the majestic peak of Mount Keith. His horse lay dead at his feet & his fiancee Angharad Jones had just gone mad.

Or was it the other way around? Mungo couldn't remember as his horse and fiancee looked so similar. He left them both lying there and started towards the mountain.

Then he started towards the stream. Then he started for the woods. Mungo was lost. He sat down and picked a scab.

He began to cry. Being lost felt a lot like being called "Fungo Mungo" by the other kids. The woods became spooky. Mungo just wanted to go home to Nana and his safe, dark closet.

Suddenly he stumbled onto a moonlit glade. A mungo beanstalk was growing out of fungus: "Climb to my treasure & you will overcome both your fear & the other kids." Mungo looked up.

Climbing the rungs of the fungus-nurtured mungostalk,Mungo arrived in a hairy cloud of mungo plants. Daliwood, the true haven of all persecuted vegetarians. But there was a giant.

And that giant was NOT a vegetarian. Unless you considered people a vegetable, which the giant possibly could have. But still, he ate people...as a vegetable. What a stupid giant!

He had learned that during the great famine of 2023. He was thus one of the sole survivors of that dreadful mini ice again. Thus the giant still ate people. The news reporters were

human and stupid which made it easy for the giant. They always walked up to him with their little microphones which the giant hated because the mikes got caught in his gums. Dental

floss was essential after a bout of giant candy floss, and so the gentle giant fade away gently across the mouth of the Amazon carrying the five rings sportingly.