The rain pelted down as it created divots in her fragile frame. It contorted her body as she sank into the mud. She began mixing with the dirt and water herself. Everything muddled together as her eyes slowly closed.
Suddenly, she felt as though she was soaring. She forced her eyes open and saw the vegetable garden below her and the Giant's face above her. Josellia lay in the palm of his hand. Her jaw dropped, and everything faded to black.
As Josellia drifted in and out of consciousness, she felt intense pressure and sharp pain all over her body. She worried that the Giant was ripping her apart, but she couldn't move and continued to pass out.
She woke an hour later in the strangest place she had ever been. Josellia was surrounded by knives, metal poles, and dishes of water that were larger than her entire body. In fact, everything around her was huge, but she was still too weak to run away. A strangely familiar scent hung around her, and she turned her head as the Giant walked in.
"I hope you're feeling better, Josellia!" exclaimed the Giant. "You looked pretty rough when I found you in my vegetable garden."
Josellia gasped and wondered how the Giant knew her name. And, he said it was his vegetable garden. What did that mean? He seemed excited to talk to her. His tone was gentle. All of her thoughts collided in confusion, and she couldn't manage to say anything.
The Giant gazed at her quizzical expression and smiled.
"Let me start with a formal introduction," he chuckled. "My name is Josh. I'm a gardener and an artist. I crafted all of the Pretts from clay, and you live in my garden."
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