Where ever there are woods, there are wood people. Most of them look just like us, just much smaller, and with harder heads. But some of them are strange, frightening even. These are the stick giants.
Most people never see a stick giant. But wherever there are woods, there are stick giants. Wherever there are rotting logs,
or piles of dead sticks,
or tangles of little trees,
or dead leaves,
there are stick giants.
The other people of the forest you never see, the fairies, gnomes, elves, wood people, bears, and coyotes, are afraid of the stick giants. They are afraid of them because they know that the stick giants are there, but cannot be seen, only heard, especially on windy nights, when they crack off dead branches and uproot old trees.
I'm telling you about stick giants because it is time to begin stories about the Oak Family, and the first story is called The Oak Family and the Stick Giant. It's coming soon.
Open the door and let the stories in.
Copyright 2009 Beth Curtin