Standing up there looking around, he was struck right dumb, he said. Lucas, if you remember, had stopped up on the middle of that catwalk to suss out what the men were up to. But he said that, while there were lots of soldiers running about, there were only a few men at the camp. And by that, he said, he meant any joe or sam you might see on the street. A man, if you will. You get what I'm saying? And before he went on, he would always make sure to point out that they were, all of them, himself included he realized, they were all dressed strange-like, he says. Like they were wearing dark skins and cloaks and the like from a fairy tale or something. But, honestly, he'd always say, honestly, the clothes were the least strange out of the whole picture and he forgot about them almost immediately as he realized it.
Why? Well, that's because the rest of them, the rest of all of those soldiers, he'd say- were giants. Big, WHITE GIANTS. Okay? Not like giants like as in Jack and his beans, but compared to your average man. Maybe 12 or 15 feet tall, had skin as white as a cloud, pointed ears, and long white hair. And they all wore a sort of tight black skin for cover, Lucas said. He'd say the whole scene made it feel like a Grimm STORY. But there he was, real as could be, he thought. And the why of how he felt- like he was just dropped there out of the blue- and how that got him feeling strangely, you know? That wondering why and feeling strangely, started to go away, he said. Because again, that's what was going on right then. There he was, right? And as it happened, those last bits of confusion, he said, the perplexing nature of it all, vanished like something natural you could think of, like a slick simile of something, because right then, the wolves started to howl and nothing else could stay in his mind.
Why? Well, that's because the rest of them, the rest of all of those soldiers, he'd say- were giants. Big, WHITE GIANTS. Okay? Not like giants like as in Jack and his beans, but compared to your average man. Maybe 12 or 15 feet tall, had skin as white as a cloud, pointed ears, and long white hair. And they all wore a sort of tight black skin for cover, Lucas said. He'd say the whole scene made it feel like a Grimm STORY. But there he was, real as could be, he thought. And the why of how he felt- like he was just dropped there out of the blue- and how that got him feeling strangely, you know? That wondering why and feeling strangely, started to go away, he said. Because again, that's what was going on right then. There he was, right? And as it happened, those last bits of confusion, he said, the perplexing nature of it all, vanished like something natural you could think of, like a slick simile of something, because right then, the wolves started to howl and nothing else could stay in his mind.
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