An old wrinkled giant decided that it was time for him to start cooking. At first he had no idea what he was doing, but soon he found a cookbook. He read the cookbook and realized there was one major rule, every recipe requires humans. He found a recipe he wanted so he started to work. The recipe required mushrooms and humans. He found a pot and dumped the ingredients into boiling water. He used his ore as a spoon to stir. When he finished cooking he wistfully thought, “What did the human do to me?”
Mushrooms and humans… what a cookbook. Although it did make me wonder if he was an old giant why had never cooked before? Did he have a chef? I was very impressed with how you used wistful.