Buck was a giant.
Like most giants, he was angry for no real reason.
Well, he thought it was real. It was real to him, you might say.
Buck was so big that he couldn’t hear the little people in the nearby village. Buck didn’t know that the people in that village were afraid of him and afraid of the trolls who lived under their bridges. And how could those little people understand the pains of a giant like Buck?
Every night, the trolls would come out from under their bridge and go in two directions:
One group would go into the village and harass the people there, the other would go up to Buck’s cave to taunt him and steal his goods.
Buck was so big that he couldn’t tell the difference between the people in the village and the trolls when he saw the trolls fleeing back to their bridges.
One day, as he spotted them fleeing, Buck grabbed the biggest rock he could find and hurled it at the village. He stomped, kicked, and smashed his way through its walls shouting, “Where’s my goods?!” in a language the people couldn’t understand.
Terrified, they screamed as Buck picked up a screaming child and hurled her across the countryside.
Buck smashed the whole village that day. It was obliterated, nothing left but dust, stains, and splinters.
But, he never found his goods. He never checked under the bridges.
And the trolls lived happily ever-after.