At last Snip committed himself to the outcome she had warned him about. He stood up and called over to her.

“I’m not doing any more work for you!” he said.

“Are you sure about that?” asked the giantess, putting down her book and rising from the chair, “You know what I’ll do to you, don’t you?”

“I don’t care!” he said defiantly, “Go ahead and eat me!”

“Very well then,” she said sternly, “You’ve brought this upon yourself!”

He saw the giantess walk towards the table, saw the strength in her huge arms as she approached, and saw her open hand reaching towards him on the table. Olda picked him up and took him to the kitchen and put him into the oven.

“You can stay there until it’s almost time for dinner. Then I’ll warm you up in there, and after that, you’ll make a nice meal for me.”

Back on earth, a six year old schoolboy named Keenan was once again caught misbehaving in class by his teacher Mrs Weaver. Instead of showing him any anger this time, she pretended to let the matter pass. At the end of the day, she spoke to the boy.

“Keenan, after school tomorrow, I’d like you to meet me outside the back gate of the school. I’ll give you a ride in my horse and cart.”

Evening came, and Snip saw Olda return to the kitchen and walk over towards the oven. Then he heard a slight sound of a heating element turned on low, and saw the oven begin to light up a little. He watched as Olda walked around the kitchen, preparing to make a delicious meal of him. Snip knew that his decision was irreversible now, but was not regretting it one little bit. He could hardly wait for this woman to swallow him.

He looked at her tummy and thought, “Soon I’ll be IN there. Her giant tummy will be all around me. He saw her sitting at the table reading again, and imagined her continuing to do so after she’d eaten him. How fortunate he had been that she had chosen to threaten him in a way that he found so pleasant and exciting.

Olda soon got up, walked over and opened the oven. She lifted him onto a plate and took it to the dining room. There she sat down proudly in front of her relatively small captive and licked her lips.

“I’m sure that by now, you must be sorry that you disobeyed me,” she said.

“I’m not,” said the boy.

“Well you soon will be,” said Olda, and began licking Snip with her enormous pink tongue.

The boy enjoyed this immensely, and then saw her hold him up to her eyes.

“How old are you, Snip?” she asked.

“Eight,” he said.

“You’re a lot younger than the other boy was. Nils was 19, and he ate berries from my patch. Why don’t you just say you’re sorry, finish sorting the buttons and wait for me to let you go?”

“I won’t,” said Snip.