The Drowned Giant

The Drowned Giant started off real quick by stating in the first sentence that after a storm, a drowned giant washed ashore on the beach. That in itself is a distinct theme because whenever I think of a giant, he's living in the clouds at the top of a beanstalk or chopping down trees as a lumberjack. Usually, the giant is somehow engaged in the story, but in this one, it was merely a background drop and a prop. The people of the city ogled over the giant, using it as a publicity stunt and even cutting parts of the body off and turning it into mulch or other things.

One by one, people came and spent time with the giant by crawling all over his corpse or taking parts of his clothing or body. The narrator seemed to be the only one who saw the giant as a person who once had a life. The narrator realized that the giant was once a person with emotions and he imagined the amount of pain that the giant must have felt while drowning out at sea.

After a while the narrator began to see the decline of the giant's popularity. Soon, less and less people began visiting the giant because the excitement had gone. Plus, the corpse's stench became pretty bad and I can only imagine how awful that must've been. However, once the corpse on the beach lost the people's interest, the giant soon became popular again in the cycle of ogling the dead. Parts of the giant started appearing all over the city being used as props and arches over entrance ways and other things of that nature. The giant was, yet again, being used for societal consumption. I think it's pretty safe to say that our own society today still does this. A good example (old, but still good!) would be Abraham Lincoln. He was dead for two weeks and people paraded his dead body all around the United States for the people to ogle him.