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As always, I have been thinking a little, and it came to me that I, surprisingly, have never made a post about one of my favorite scenarios in g/t. It being ✨The Hurt Giant ✨

I find it interesting (and prefer it overall) when the giant relies on the tiny, not vice versa. Perhaps a tiny, or maybe tinies, stumble upon a hurt giant. The giant's breaths are labored; possibly, they are wounded or sick, and the tinies not only have to try and aid the giant but also form a semblance of trust between the two parties (this is especially fun in fantasy/sci-fi scenarios).

This is also fun in a homey scenario with two partners. Perhaps the giant comes down with something, and the tiny puts it up to themself to help their lover. Despite the difficulties they face, their love and commitment to their partner knows no bounds because they know that their partner would do the same for them.

Moving away from the physical, I find emotional comfort so fun to work with (emotional + physical is fantastic, but I want to keep this as short as possible). Give me a giant about to fall apart emotionally; perhaps something went down in their life, or they've been holding down an emotion for a long time, and it spills out. Let the tiny walk up to the giant's face and beckon their head down, and slowly start patting/rubbing the giant's nose or cheek as a loving jester; no words are spoken as the giant brings their hand to cup their lover, pushing their head into the tinies' body, releasing their emotions - their small partner's presence surrounding them despite their size, their partner is their world, and the giant is grateful for everything their lover does for them.

I think I find the scenario far more appealing than a giant taking care of a tiny is because of how large the role reversal is. Giants are commonly seen as these powerful behemoths. In contrast, tinies are seen as small and weak, so when you give more "power" to a tiny person and make them the caretaker or put a giant's life into their hands, I find the relationship more impactful. Give me a tiny who is more like a giant and a giant who is more like a tiny, and I will go ✨savage✨.

K. This wasn’t short, but I tried my best.

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a light at the end of the tunnel

Thimbleweeds world was dark. Their body ached, especially their left eye, and there was no light or sound in sight. Slowly, a light tingle filled their fingertips and toes, and they began to feel more normal - more corpreal.

"...don't know, I found the poor kid out in the open..." A masculine voice filtered through their ears. It was small, unlike the more...unsavory masculine voice they had been exposed to as of late.

"I'm sure it'll be okay, I mean, what's the worst that could've happened?" A feminine voice hit their ears. They were slowly becoming more aware of themself, of their thoughts and situation. They were laying down on something soft, their head no longer on the hard marble of their former resting spot.

"Helga. Their eye is gone." The masculine voice remarked seriously, and they felt his hands touching their face. Their nose twitched and he pulled away.

"Oh. I hadn't...I hadn't realized." The woman - presumably this Helga - replied. There was the creaking sound of movement as someone approached them. "Poor dear..." She said with a pout in her voice. "Thank you for finding them, Corvid." That was an avian name, Thimbleweed realized.

"It's no problem." There was a creak close to them, the sound of someone standing from right next to them. They tried to open their eyes, or to speak, but nothing was working right. "Always an honor to be working with you, ma'am." There was a loud flap and Thimbleweed assumed the man had gone.

"Alright, dear, can you hear me?" The feminine voice asked. Thimbleweed's ears twitched but they couldn't respond. The woman must've known they were listening, as she continued. "I'm Miss Goosefoot, okay? I'm going to help you get back into the swing of things." A soft hand touched their face, and Thimblweed's fingers curled up. Their cracked lips parted as they tried to speak again.

"Thimbleweed." They managed, their voice raspy.

"Hello, Thimbleweed." Goosefoot replied after a while. "Do you need anything, dear?"

"Why...Why can't I see?" They asked, finding their voice quicker now. Everything was clearer, but they still couldn't see. At this point, they were sure they had opened their eyes, but everything was still black.

"Ah, that would be due to the..." Goosefoot trailed off, and Thimbleweed could feel her hands lingering just above their face. Then, there was a rustling right above their ears as the thing blocking their vision was removed. But, something was still off. The thing removed was a bandage, and it soon became clear their depth perception was different than it used to be.

"What happened to me?" They mumbled, trying to sit up. Goosefoot came to their aid, wrapping a supportive arm around their back and lifting them into a sitting position. Thimbleweed looked at her. She had brown hair pulled back into a bun, a kind, wrinkled face which currently formed a small and soft smile. She wore a patchwork dress, which wasn't uncommon for groundlings who lived in walls. But, strangest of all, her ears had little balls in them, stuck right through the lobe. From their color, Thimbleweed guessed it was intentional, but they'd never seen anything like it back home.

"Well, Corvid spotted you in a human's home, laying limp on the counter. He took you to me, after patching you up. And, well, I assume you've noticed your vision being cut in half." Goosefoot said, clearly trying to ease them into their new situation.

"Wait...is my eye-" They cut themself off, catching a glimpse of themself in the mirror. They gasped slightly, upon seeing the scar which stretched through their eyebrow to the bridge of their nose. It was a wide, deep cut, and they stared at the spot where their eyelid was stitched shut.

"It's...gone, yes." Goosefoot sighed, watching them stare at themself in the mirror. "If you'd like, I have clothes for you to change into?" She asked, trying to change the subject. But Thimbleweed just kept staring at their face.

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G/T questions to help develop your characters

General:

• What would your character(s) do if they switched sizes with their g/t companion for 24 hours?

• What do your characters dislike about their size?

• If your character could choose to change their size for the rest of their life, would they? And what size would they be?

• What is a (human) thing your character doesn't know about but you think they would really like if they did?

Giant:

• If your character had the ability to fix the damage they cause would they?

• Do they enjoy being taller than their friend/SO?

• How aware are they of their size? How does(or doesn't) this cause problems with smaller people?

Tiny:

• What skills has being tiny caused them to gain? Do they sew their own clothes, make their own furniture?

• What do they look for when finding a new place to live? (Close to food? Large network of tunnels?)

• What do they think is cool about being big that's actually not/normal?

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meeting a goose

"Carter?"

"Yeah?" The boy called back. He waited a moment, only for there to not be a response. He exhaled, a little annoyed, but left his room and headed for the kitchen.

"I want you..." His brother paused, seeing him turn the corner. "I want you to meet someone. But you have to promise me some things first." Carter's eyes widened. He wasn't being sent away, was he? He thought about something he'd overheard once, a call between his brother and someone else. "He needs a father and a mother, not a brother." His brother had said.

"Carter, are you paying attention?" Oliver asked. Carter snapped back.

"Yes." He said very quickly, awkwardly taking a seat and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"I need you to promise me that you'll be gentle with my friend." Oliver said, looking right into Carter's eyes. Gentle? Carter thought, I've never hurt anybody?

"I promise." He said, despite not knowing why exactly he needed to be careful yet. He continued to fiddle with his shirt, a little anxious and confused as to what might happen.

"And, I need you to promise not to tell any of your teachers or friends about her, okay? Her name can't leave this house." Oliver kept his hands just so, propped up and weaved together on the table. Carter nodded. He could keep this a secret if it was important. Oliver glanced away for a moment before looking down at his hands and exhaling, clearly trying to steel himself. Carter just kept staring at him. "One other thing-"

"Oh, for pete's sake, Oliver!" A woman's voice called, sounding as though she were far away from the volume, but close up from other cues. Oliver's hands suddenly came up and away and Carter saw his friend- a little old woman, probably no taller than 6 inches and no younger than 50. His jaw fell slightly at the sight of her, and she chuckled lightly upon seeing him, her tail swishing gently behind her. "The boy won't do anything wrong." She turned to look at him. "Hi honey, I'm Miss Goosefoot. I'm your big brother's friend, and I thought it was time to meet you." She looked at him cordially with a kind grin. Carter, however, was still at a loss for words.

"Look, Carter, I didn't want to keep her from you for too long, especially since I knew you'd find out about her at some point, whether that be on your own time or from me-"

"Where do you live, Miss Goosefoot? Is it with us? Can I draw you?" He was suddenly so full of questions to ask her, he felt as though he might burst. The little woman came closer to him, within grabbing range, and laughed. It was now he noticed her pointy, slightly fuzzy ears.

"I do live here, Carter. I live in the walls of your home. And yes, you can draw me. I would be honored to have a portrait done." She said calmly. Carter's hands came up from the hem of his shirt and onto the table, and soon his thoughts shifted from the questions to the thought of wanting to hold her. He probably would've done so without a second thought, if not for his brother's anxious expression from across the table. So, instead, he kept his hands hovering just above the table awkwardly.

"Alright Miss Goosefoot, I think that's enough." Oliver stood up and tried to scoop her up in his palms, but Miss Goosefoot dodged quickly. He exhaled through his nose with slight annoyance. "He's not doing anything wrong." She replied to his awaiting hands, and Oliver crossed his arms against his chest.

"Carter, Miss Goosefoot is a big responsibility. She's important to our household and the community around it. You have to promise to me that you won't do anything reckless to hurt her or scare her off, alright?" Carter's eyes dropped. He wasn't that reckless, was he?

"The boy wouldn't do that." Miss Goosefoot rolled her eyes.

"I won't do anything stupid." Carter said, nodding at Oliver. He brought his hands back down to his shirt and began fiddling with the hem again. Miss Goosefoot's shoulders sagged as she exhaled, before she stood up straight again.

"Why don't you go and grab him some paper and markers, Oliver?" Miss Goosefoot asked, winking at Carter. It was clear she was being clever in some way he didn't understand quite yet. Without a word of complaint, Oliver did as he was asked and soon the room fell quiet. She looked at Carter, "Would you like to hold me?" She asked the boy, and then he knew what the wink had meant. It meant "don't worry, I'm not a kill-joy like your brother" Carter nodded furiously, his hands coming back onto the table. He set them there, unaware of what the normal procedure was.

"Hold me however you want, as long as you're gentle about it." She said, and his nerves were soothed slightly by her voice alone. She wasn't uncomfortable, or frightened, or even nervous. If she wasn't worried, then there was no reason for him to be, right? So he put his hands together and used his fingers to scoop Miss Goosefoot onto his palms. Her weight was minuscule on his hands, and he instantly felt better and more relaxed upon knowing that he would not hurt her.

"You're very nice, Miss." He commented quietly, simply admiring how small and beautiful she was. Her dress had all sorts of interesting textures, as though it had been sewn together with several different fabrics. He couldn't wait to draw it.

"Carter!" Oliver's voice was loud and Carter jumped, quickly pulling his hands away from the table, shoving Miss Goosefoot back into her spot. Oliver advanced, setting the art supplies down and looking at him, a slight anger in his twitching brows. "I told you not to hurt her!"

"I-I wasn't!" Carter said, shoving his hands back into his lap and looking away from both his brother and the tiny woman.

"He wasn't!" Miss Goosefoot said at almost exactly the same time, crossing her arms and looking at Oliver. She glared slightly at him, giving him a sort of 'mom' look. Oliver looked away from her as well, scratching the back of his neck. It was clear they would have a conversation later. "Why don't you keep working on your resume, and Carter will draw me?" She proposed after a moment or two, her smile returning when she looked at Carter. The boy smiled in return, excited to detail her out onto the paper. Oliver sighed, but nodded. Then, he ruffled Carter's hair like he always used to do.

"Be gentle, Carter." He paused, walking towards his office space. "And show me the drawing when you're done!"

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★random ahh g/t trope where a farmer goes to feed the animals at the barn only to get shook by the sight of giant legs sticking out of the barns entrance. Turns out that the legs belong to a giant who found shelter in the farmers barn and decided to take a little nap there or something. Oh and, the giant may or may have not destroyed the farmers agriculture work with their footsteps or something.★

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I lived in a small village, on the outskirts on the Giant’s Forest. I had never seen the giant, though I’ve heard the tales; he’s as big as the trees and his home could fit the whole village inside, he’s a monstrous beast that one should always avoid. A gargantuan terror, that no one sees and lives to tell the tale.

I did always venture farther into the woods than the others. I feared the Giant as we all do, but all the good forage at the forest edge had been plucked clean, so I went further. I don’t recall how I got injured, but I’ll never forget the tremors of the earth as the Giant approached. I don’t think it was the pain in my leg that made me faint, it was sheer and utter fright.

I woke up on a large pillow, leg bandaged and the dirt wiped off my face. In the Giant’s home. It took time for us to even be able to talk without my terror getting in the way. But I have now been here two weeks, and I. feel. stupid. I am watching The Giant, The Monster of the Forest, the Great Unfathomable Beast, and he just sneezed so hard he hit his head on a doorframe. Yesterday he accidentally stepped on a flower, and cried about it. I spent decades of my life being terrified of this “monster”, and he’s singing showtunes while baking a pie. You’re telling me I was scared all those years FOR NOTHING? I’M KINDA MAD ABOUT IT. HE’S JUST SOME GUY.

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g/t dialogue prompts for angst

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1. “I can’t. I’m sorry, I’m just… too big/small.”

2. “You could have killed me!”

3. “Please don’t run away…”

4. “Don’t you dare touch them!”

5. “Oh. Oh. You’re crying.”

6. “Is that really what people are saying about me?”

7. “I’m not a human. I’m nothing like you.”

8. “You’re pretty stupid, you know that?”

9. “What do you want from me?”

10. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry—”

11. “Don’t you recognize me?”

12. “Everyone is terrified of me.”

13. “You’re a monster.”

14. “I just feel so useless around you.”

15. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt them.”

16. “Stop it! Please!”

17. “What makes you think I would trust a giant?”

18. “I could hear you crying… are you okay?”

19. “Stay away from me.”

20. “I didn’t mean to get in your way. I’m so sorry.”

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☆G/t Secret Santa 2024☆

How to participate:

Step 0: Read this post

Step 1: Let me know you want to participate, preferably in the comments. DEADLINE OCTOBER 12!!!

Step 2: I'll check your blog to see if you meet the requirements and seem trustworthy.

Step 3: I'll put your name on a list. That list is going to have 20 slots (for now), if more than 20 people want to participate I'll put them on a waiting list. I'll add them to the officially list, when we reach 30, 40, 50 (and so on) people.

In the end it has to be an even number. For example: If we end up with 36 people wanting to participate, good. But if it's 37 that 37th person either has to wait for another person wanting to participate or can't participate this year (while writing this post I noticed more opportunities for that 37th person to join).

That's why I'll put the additional people on a waiting list first, so they won't be disappointed when it turns out they won't be able to participate this year, because we're missing one person.

Also I'm going to make an extra post for the official list (mostly so I won't lose track), which you can find here.

Step 4: On october 12 and 13 I'm going to send out letters, which will look like this:

When you receive one of those letters, then and only then you're part of g/t secret santa this year.

(Make sure I can drop pictures in your inbox, the letters won't be send via dm!)

Step 5: You received a letter - Congratulations!

Now here's the reason why you got that letter as an ask.

The next step is to post your wish list (Do's & Don't's) so your secret santa knows what you like and what you don't like. It's supposed to look like this:

(Make a screenshot or download it, so you can fill it out)

If you did everything right, your secret santa will find this on your blog:

Thank you @greatgigintheskiess for helping me out <3

MAKE SURE YOU TAG THE POST WITH #G/T SECRET SANTA AND #G/T SECRET SANTA 2024, so your secret santa can find it easily!!!

You have to post the list/answer my ask (one and the same thing) until october 18, if you don't you're disqualified. (A possible chance for the 37th person to participate)

Step 6: On the following weekend (october 19 and 20) I'm going to draw the names.

I'll drop them in your inbox as well. DON'T DELETE THAT ASK!

Because just like the wish list, you're going to post the gift for your giftee and at the same time answer my ask.

That way I get an notification, every time one participate posts their gift.

Step 7: At the end of november/start of december I'm going to contact every participate via dm and ask for an update, if you don't message me back within 5 days, you're disqualified! (Thank you @might-be-tiny-gt for the tip!)

Step 8: It's december 31 - time to post the gifts! If you manage to finish your gift sooner, you can also post it on christmas day, of course :)

Important: Don't forget to @ your giftee and use the tags #g/t secret santa and #g/t secret santa 2024!!!

I'm going to check the blog of every participate on january 3.

If you haven't posted your gift and haven't messaged me, I'll ban you from secret santa 2025. And I'll contact one of the back-up artists/writers (that is if I find any who want to volunteer).

If anything is unclear, please let me know asap!

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The inspiration brain cells have started revving again!

I feel like I see a lot of stories where humans are integrated into giant schools, but imagine the reverse. As part of an integration program, a giant gets enrolled into a human school.

Just imagine it! He has to awkwardly sit outside the school building for most of his classes, listening in through the windows. From the inside, the human students just see a single eye peering through the glass.

He can't enjoy lunch in peace because his fellow classmates are terrified to see him eat. He's ridiculously smart but gets called "brute" all the time because of the stereotypes associated with giants. There are constantly helicopters and news reporters taking photos of him.

And maybe he can't even go home. Maybe it's a boarding school so he has to stay on campus in specially built accommodations. Of course he doesn't have a roommate or anyone to keep him company so the experience is super lonely.

Plus throughout all of this, he has to navigate the social expectations of being an adolescent. God forbid he gets moody at all, or else he'll be deemed a monster. How is he supposed to make friends when everyone runs away from him in fear?

The angst!! The potential for fluff and hurt/comfort!! I can't wait to write this

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IM BEGGING YOU FOR THE NEXT PART OF HOW DID EZ AND MIKE MEET 😭🙏

🏃‍♂️💨IM HERE! IM HERE NOW!! SORRY FOR THE DELAY YALL!! LETS GET INTO THIS >:]

Mike and Ez Origins: pt 4

Ez lunged at Mike before he could escape

they're each other's mama now💖

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If you post g/t or follow the g/t tag please interact with this post in someway so I can follow you. I need to know all of the peeps so I can collect them like a g/t infinity gauntlet

Pls Reblog so that I can follow as many people as possible the goal is constant g/t on my feed :)

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hug a giant day !!!

this is just a collection of small little blurbs from my favorite characters i've written!

Rehabilitation (featuring Oliver and Goosefoot)

Oliver was coming home from a long night shift at his janitorial job. He hardly got to see his brother anymore, and he hated it.

"I'm...I'm not what he needs. He needs a father and a mother, not a brother." He admitted to Miss Goosefoot one early morning.

"You're doing the best you can," She said, side hugging his wrist. "Carter knows that."

The Date (featuring Ezra and Sal)

It had been a month or so since the date, and Ezra was excited to go to work. Sal was fairly used to him now, and a few others at the office liked him too. It had taken a lot of work, but he was happy to know that people weren't terrified of him anymore.

The morning was slow, as nobody needed to give anything to anyone else, but eventually the Boss called him in and said he needed to deliver a note to Sal. Ezra had smiled and accepted the task with a nod, quickly heading straight to Sal's office. He had to remind himself not to blush too much, as there was no way Sal would ever like him that way, especially not after the disaster of that very first date. However, he was still excited to see them again.

"Sal, the Boss had a note for you," he said, smiling through the balcony window.

"I know," Sal said, a smile on their voice. They came out onto the balcony and looked as though they were up to something instantly. "Do you want me to read it to you?" They asked, holding back a laugh. Ezra scratched the back of his neck with one hand, and offered Sal the note with the other.

"Um, am I going to regret-!" He gasped as her felt Sal wrap their small arms around his finger. He blushed hard, fingers trembling lightly before he let out a soft exhale. "May...May I pick you up for a proper one?" Sal nodded with a smile. Ezra delicately plucked them up and brought them close to his heavily beating heart and he tried not to smother them into his chest so much.

"Thank you." He said, holding them close.

Best Friends (featuring Simon and Nikki)

Nikki was still small, as it had only been a few hours since Simon had used the gun on her. He had brought her to his house during that time, regretting the fact that his desk and floor were a mess. Nikki hadn't said much, but Simon had certainly thought a lot. He was mostly circling one thought, why don't you ever think before you act?

"Uh, Simon?" Nikki asked, bringing him out of his thoughts. "Are you going to set me down anywhere?" Simon cringed, hating the thought that maybe Nikki was thinking of all the ways he could hurt her. He set her down on the desk quickly, before sitting in his chair.

"I need to figure out a way to get you back to normal." He remarked, wishing he could go back in time and fix everything. "But...I don't..." He sighed, dropping his head on the desk, causing Nikki to jump. He groaned into the wood, eyes starting to burn. That was, until there was a soft touch to the side of his head. He turned slowly to see that it was Nikki hugging the side of his head.

"Look, we'll find a way out of this, okay?"

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MASTERPOST

LOOOOOOOORE

LINEAR STUFF

Rehabilitation (ft Carter, Oliver, Goosefoot, and Thimbleweed)

Plush

Grit

Prologue (to the main story)

Meeting a Goose

ONE-SHOTS (may be subject to becoming two shots)

The Date (will they? won't they? I don't know, but one of 'em seems scared!)

Best Friends (reckless boy meets quiet girl. what happens when recklessness leads to trouble?)

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grit (gt july day 6)

Thimbleweed had grit.

Not because they were courageous, necessarily, but because they had a set goal in mind.

A goal that needed to be accomplished, or else they would die.

Thimbleweed was trapped in a human house they despised with a human they despised even more. The human in question was cruel. He kept them in a cage. A cage they would escape.

No matter what it took.

(this is very very short, but there is a reason for that. i dont wanna give away too much too quickly for the linear story.)

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Plush (day 3 of gt July)

Carter loved his teddy bear, just as any other eight year old would love the plush they cuddled to sleep at night. But, after he had brought it to school, a rip had formed at one of the seams.

"Oliver, Bartholomew has a rip!" He whined to his big brother the morning following the incident.

"I told you it was a bad idea for you to bring it to school." Oliver tutted, pouring milk into the younger boys cereal bowl. Carter harrumphed with exaggeration. Oliver set down his breakfast, then sat across from.his little brother. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Can't you fix it?" Carter asked, fiddling with his spoon in his cereal. "You have all that thread and the pointy thingy." Oliver smiled warmly, trying not to laugh.

"Alright, I promise it'll be all fixed when you come back home." Oliver said, grabbing his little brother's backpack. "Do you want me to walk you to school, or do you want to go with Ray and her mom?" Carter pushed out from the table and scampered to get his backpack.

"I wanna walk with Ray!" He said, excited. "Please." He added, remembering the conversation they had about being polite. Oliver opened the door.

"Okay kid, you have a good day!" He called as Carter rushed to catch up with his friend.

"Bye!" Carter yelled back. "I love you!"

Once Oliver closed the door, he knocked on the wall.

"Miss Goosefoot? Would you mind helping me out?" That was the thing Carter didn't know about the needles and thread. They weren't exactly for human use. Oliver had no idea how to sew.

Soon enough, a small woman in a dark pink dress emerged from the walls, still putting her brown hair up in a bun. Her tail flicked and her long ears perked up as she approached, walking on the countertop of the kitchen.

"What would you like me to help with?" She asked nicely. Oliver offered her a hand to stand on.

"Carter's bear has a rip." He admitted. "I was hoping you had the time to fix it?" Miss Goosefoot nodded.

"I haven't got a groundling in the program at the moment, so you grab that radio and some thread and we'll make a day of it." She winked, stepping onto his hand and sitting down gracefully. Oliver smiled, carrying her to his bedroom and dropping her off next to his alarm clock, which doubled as a radio. Once Miss Goosefoot hit the button on the side, he went off to grab the bear and thread.

When he returned, he sat at his desk right in front of Miss Goosefoot. Once she was settled and found the right position to sew up the bear, which was about five times her height, he pulled out his laptop.

"You wouldn't happen to have any advice for a resume, would you?" He asked, glancing at her.

"Well, I can't exactly write your letter of recommendation, but I do know that you are most likely qualified for whatever you wish to do." She said, threading the needle with ease. "I'm just glad you finally quit that janitorial job. I did miss you, you know. Can't blame an old lady for not staying up until midnight." She joked.

"Yeah, at this point I just want a decent paying job without being on the nightshift. Carter didn't like that much either." He sighed, propping up his head on his hand. During that time, Oliver almost never saw his brother. It was breakfast, dinner, and then he had to leave. Carter hated it, especially because he couldn't fall asleep without someone else in the house.

"Ah, yes, I remember." Miss Goosefoot replied without looking up from her stitching job. She tied the last knot and finished it off cleanly. "I just about revealed myself when he woke up crying that one night." Oliver clicked something on his computer.

"I know, and again I'm sorry you felt like you had to-"

"Oliver. You know I'm perfectly fine with humans. You and Carter don't scare me." She looked at him.

"I-I know that." He paused, closing his computer with a sigh upon realizing he wasn't going to get much job hunting done. "I'm just worried about his reaction to meeting groundlings." He ruffled his hair. "He doesn't know how to be gentle yet, I can't let him hurt anybody and he certainly can't start seeking you out, what if you have a patient and they get spooked because he started calling out for you? I refuse to jeopardize your work." Miss Goosefoot was silent.

"I appreciate all that you do for me and my patients, but maybe it would be good for Carter to learn about all of this?" She asked, not saying exactly what she wanted to, which was: If not now, then when will you let him learn?

"Not today. Probably not tomorrow either. I promise I'll find a good time, and I'll teach him."

When Carter came home, Oliver was waiting for him with Bartholomew in his hands. Carter was happy the bear was fixed.

And Miss Goosefoot was happy that her humans were happy.

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prologue

Miss Helga Goosefoot was a groundling from all over. She had been from the wild, until her family moved into human suburbs when they began to take over their home. When she was a rebellious teenager, she had dubbed herself the name of Helga and ran off to the city. But now, she was a far more relaxed, older groundling. She now resided in a calm human home in which her safety was guaranteed. Her name was known to many by now, most groundlings referring to her as Miss Goosefoot.

But why was she so famous?

Well, that would be because of her rehabilitation program.

Because of the guaranteed safety in her house, many groundlings sought out her home after being discovered or getting injured. She would help them, for however long it took, until they were ready to move on to a new house or back out into the wild.

But the thing that made her house so safe wasn't that, perhaps, it lacked humans.

No.

It simply contained two of the nicest ones she had ever come across.

But no one else had to know that.

[yippeesizedifgohard]

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