GENRE: MG Fantasy
His mother’s mixing bowl was nearly as deep as he was tall.
At ten-feet from her toes to her head, eight hundred and fifty-pound, Frigg Tiddle, used that bowl for making ox-bone flour biscuits. And for bathing him when he was a baby. Today? Full of cool water waiting on flour for those mouth-watering breakfast biscuits.
“Boom…how many times have I told you not to stand so close to the bowl when you’re watching me cook?”
“Umm.” At a stout forty-seven pounds and three ounces, eight-year old three foot tall Boom Tiddle leaned on the rim and dangled his pudgy fingers in the water. By this age, other Giant children were nearly seven feet tall.
“You’re ignoring me, Boom Augustus.”
A wild red hair curled down across his forehead. Boom shoved it aside. It curled right back down. Boom ignored it. He was too engrossed in his mother’s task at hand.
“Mommo, aren’t you supposed to break up the bones into small pieces first before you smash them?”
“You an expert on making biscuits, now, Boom?” His mother raised her kitchen mallet over her head. Suddenly, she slammed it down, pulverizing the parched white bones. Boom bounced into the air. He turned a full flip and landed on his feet. As if nothing had happened.
He stared up at his mother. He was always staring up at her.