(Short Blurb) Hillside Park.

Narrowly the passage began to close, wind rushed across the plains in a torent. Sweeping up my long hair in a flurry, curled vines of wispy hair flew up to the heavens. A curled mass lay on the hill bellow, the vast dead oak hung above us all on the largest hill where another family sat on it's branches. 

    A school of fluffy white apes half asleep resting and watching us struggle in the hills below. Johnny and his cousins dressed in their funeral best, tailored suits of rich black with gold enamels of our grandparent's dead faces. Many tripped as they hurried down, rolling into the sea of tall grass next to the giant's body. 

    It lied in the grass half-asleep, half-dead bleeding profusely from it's crushed back, it seems that it fell at an awkward angle and broke it's spine, forming a pond of black blood from it's crinkled body. My old bones dragged towards the hill side, the wind creating currents on the grass pleasantly grazing my arms with a soft fuzz. Johnny gropped at the giant's left ear trying to get a foothold as it groaned out in gurgled pained yelps, unable to even contort it's mouth in response from the pain. 

    His cousins with rope and hard work grabbed at it's limbs dragging it deep into the valley. Rolling almost warbled mountains in the distance loomed over everything, with a soft ambient fog. Two of the boys noticed my approach and hurriedly grabbed at the engraved family chair, a stunning wooden four legged chair. I sat down and they rushed me down the hill, as they stuck halfway in the mud carefully trudging through the angled slide down to the giant's body. The littlest boys played on top of the giant with johnny, his suit dirtied and rolled up for leverage, his bright blond hair combed into an erect brush shape and curled into cowlicks at the edges of his scalp. 

    The rest of the boys where awkwardly bald, shaved in peculiar ways with tufts of hair jutting out from their bare scalps. From atop the giant's head Johnny stood like a ship's captain shouting commands at the others slowly dragging the giant through the damp humid earth. A soft song was sung by each boy, an individual tune harmonized into a single chorus all orchestrated by their boy hero.