When I was 30 feet tall, I had this jar full of people. When I picked it up, they screamed and grabbed each other. I shook it around and snarled my teeth, laughing at their panic. They tore at each other and behaved as terribly as I had, I thought. After a while, watching their looks of horror got boring, so I decided to eat them all.
Since it was suppertime, I was actually really hungry. I shook loose a big clot of them and snarfed their writhing bodies down. I could have taken my time, fixed up something nice, since I was standing in my kitchen. But their behavior brought out an animalistic urge within me.
Then, with my greediest hunger satisfied, I enjoyed them one at a time, in order to take full pleasure from the struggles of these smallish vertebrates. I let one squirm about on my tongue and then crunched down, breaking its back. I enjoyed them all in this manner, shaking them out one at a time, till I came to the last little guy, sitting calmly at the bottom of the jar.
It could have actually been a boy or a girl, I couldn't tell, it was so small. I picked up the jar and stared the thing down with my huge eyes, expecting it to panic. It smiled ever wider at me.
I snarled and began to slaver. I reached into the jar with my fingers, but my hand was too big to reach it. I could barely brush the top of the hair, which the little creature took to like a cat, rubbing gently back against my fingers. This only made me mad.
The others had been so easy to snatch. This one was somehow smarter, maybe just crazy or in shock. The others could have kicked it in the head during all the struggles, but it didn't looked addled. Peering very close, I thought the look in its eyes revealed a little head full of jewels.
I shook the jar upside down to spill the little human out. Its little butt was stuck to the glass by some spilled blood, so it dangled down with its arms and hair like a child hanging from a tree. It giggled like I was playing a game.
I laid the jar on its side on my table and got a spoon. I unstuck the little one carefully. It moved its arms out of the way, and looked down at the job I was doing, knodding in appreciation.
It walked out and sat down again, looking up at me with that enigmatic radiance. I rubbed my face. "I don't think I'll eat you now. All told, I'm getting tired from all the excitement and feasting." I walked over to my large bed and fell upon it.
"Don't you go anywhere. I do intend to eat you later." Soon I was asleep.
When I awoke, I found the house dark. I switched on the light to find the tiny thing was gone. I was incredibly thirsty. I paused at the sink with my glass in hand. I remembered having a dream that I lived in a volcano.