Max in the giant's town

 The tree tops have now disappeared and they were flying above something that seems to be a giant's town. Max looked around astonishedly. He could see streets that were wider than his whole village, people whose little finger was bigger than Max himself and giant houses with yellow, white, pink and light blue walls.

The giant's town

 Suddenly Max heard a loud caw, as another black raven appeared, bigger than the one that still clutched Max in his iron claws and tried to steal Max away. For a moment, the claws around Max loosened a little and he grabbed the chance to wind out of the grasp, just when they flew over a rooftop with red tiles.  

The angry raven

Max managed to land in the roof rail, the puddles of water absorbing the impact of his fall. Quickly, he ducked under a fallen leaf and waited until both raven stopped looking out for him and flew away. 

Hiding under a fallen leaf

'That was exciting', Max thought and wondered what he should do next. 'I can't stay here the whole night. I should look out for some shelter'. 

He crawled out of his hiding and looked around. 

'There! A leafy bush on the ground, just next to the house he landed on. That would be perfect for the night. The bush would shelter him from prying eyes and it would be bouncily comfortable to lie on the big leaves.'

He quickly followed the roof rail and and began to climb down the rain water downpipe. 

Not long, still far above the ground, Max heard a gentle sob out of a window next to him. He looked up and saw a giant girl with pale skin and long red hair flattering in the wind, her green tear-filled eyes looking at him, wide in surprise. 

'Why are you crying?' Max asked taken aback. 

The girl looked shocked that he adressed her, then hurriedly wiped away her tears and spluttered: ' Who are you?'

 'My name is Max and I'm on a journey to discover the world.', Max answered, while carefully sliding onto the window sill. 'And who are you?'

Max away from home

Max took a deep breath and left the trails the villagers had created by walking the same path over and over again. His grandpa had left him an old map and he was going to follow it until he reached the the unkown lands, that no Tiny people had ever seen. This is how the map looked like:

Grandpa's map

 
The entire day, Max jumped over puddles, climbed up bumpy rocks and glid over a field of wild flowers. 

Traveling witht he wind

 Finally, the reached a glade. Proud, to have come so far in that short amount of time, he sat down on a flat grey rock for a break. The sun was already setting and painted the sky dandelion yellow and yew cone red.

It's been some time, that Max could spot the village and just as he was about to take out something to eat, satisfied with himself and the world, a black raven appeared out of nowhere, clutched poor Max with his scaley claws and rose high into the air again.

Max had never been this far above the tree tops and out of shock, he squinted his eyes as hard as he could. After some time, when nothing terrible happened, he cautiously risked a glance through his eyelashes.

Max's journey begins

Max's position on the yew cone

        One day, when he was gazing after some swallows once again, Max decided he wanted to see the big world with his own eyes. The villagers were outraged at this formidability. 'Tiny people can't simply travel around the big world!', 'What's there to see? We have everything we need here', 'It's too dangerous. He must have lost his mind!'

        But Max didn't let the villagers demoralize him. He had sat a lot of times on his yew cone, day-dreaming about the big world. I don't want to do that my whole life, Max said to himself.

       So it happenend that Max packed his daypack and stepped out of the village.

Who's Max? And what makes him special?

           Deep in the forest, well hidden and sheltered from prying eyes lied a small village. Here's where the Tiny people were living.
           The appearance of a Tiny people was very similar to that of the large people from today, with two arms and legs, one head, ten fingers and toes. Some of them grew beards, like walruses, others looked just like you and me. But, and that made them special, they were a lot smaller.
           Now, you may think 'What's so special about being tiny? Giants are way more amazing!'. But you just wait. You'll be surprised by all the things tiny people can do better than giants.

This is how their village looked like (there were of course more than three mushroom houses) :

Hidden mushroom houses

            One of the tiny people was called Max. He was the tiniest in the village. In fact, he was so tiny, that he could effortlessly climb into a yew cone or bath in a drop of morning dew - even the other tiny villagers made fun of him.

           Then he was told: 'Hey Max, how's the air down there?' or 'Oi, do you need help to reach for the highest shelves again?'. But Max just shrugged briefly and let the villagers have that little pleasure. He knew, they didn't mean to harm him.

           From his position in the yew cone Max observed the birds in the sky everyday. Then he dreamed of flying and traveling the world.