A Giant Problem
By Charles Payseur
Ben inhaled deeply, drawing the smells of his castle over his palate, allowing him to—
He gagged.
“Fee-fi-fo-f**k!” he bellowed. “I smell the blood of…”
His gaze darted about the room. The knickknacks on the mantle were moved or knocked over; one tiny wooden penguin lay, splintered on the stone floor far below. There was a telltale indent on the softest pillow on the couch. There were small bites taken out of the bread sitting out on the great counter and—he nearly gagged again—nibbles taken out of the butter.
“A human! Ugh!”
How the hell did they even get in? His castle, built in the clouds far above the human realms, was supposed to be impossible for humans to reach. That fact, above all others, had sold him when the estate agent had shown it to
