Peter walked through the jungle, feeling scared, lonely and tired. He was in an unknown place, where he didn’t know the territory or the language. He wasn’t even sure which country he was in. All he knew that he was flying over Africa somewhere when the plane went down. To make matters even worse, the storm was really picking up and the rain was coming down heavier with every passing moment. He was drenched beyond belief as he tried to crawl out of the wreckage of the plane. As he looked on, it was just a miracle that he survived the crash! The trees had stopped the crash, the wings had ripped apart, and luckily he was able to walk away with just a few scrapes and bruises.
Then, he saw something move in the distance. As Peter started to move, his ankle reminded him of the injury. He couldn’t walk. Peter fell down to the floor, and he lay on his back. It was hopeless; he couldn’t move. All he could do now was pray for the best. He was in God’s hands.
There it was. Out of the bushes, a huge figure appeared. It was a man. Or, at least, it was a human being. And it was absolutely humongous! The figure was towering over Peter as it looked down on him. It had a loin cloth over its midsection, but, other than that, its long, muscular legs were very imposing. A thick, wide torso, accentuated by mighty abdominals and bulging pectorals, and then those thick, muscular arms… Peter felt like he was looking up to a large, tanned bodybuilder. Still, the face on top of the large body looked like that of a young boy, and not like that of a grown man.
The boy spoke up in a high-pitch voice, confirming what Peter had thought. He spoke in a strange language, which he didn’t understand. Still, the boy looked to be much taller and bigger than an average adult. He was certainly twice as big as an adult, standing more than a dozen feet tall, and with all that muscle on him, Peter knew that the boy was incredibly strong for sure.
The giant boy looked down on Peter and then, with a smile on his face, he reached down with his huge hands, and he picked Peter up and held him in his arms like he was holding a little infant. Peter felt the powerful, muscular arms and the huge fingers of the mighty hands hold his body in his grip. Still, the giant boy held him in an incredibly lovingly way. The boy somehow looked at him like he was caring for a little baby or a wounded animal, as he slowly started taking Peter away.
The boy then headed deeper and deeper into the jungle, until he came closer to a lake which was surrounded by trees. There, he climbed up a crude ladder, which led up to a tree-house. There, he set Peter down on a large bed made of leaves, before running down again and collecting more leaves from the trees. He quickly returned again, and placed more leaves in order to expand the bed, making it big enough for the two of them. Then he lay down, with Peter next to him.
“Peter!” Peter said, pointing at his chest. “Peter!”
“Maui!” the giant boy replied, while he pointed his giant finger at his huge, bulging chest.
“Okay… Maui…” Peter grinned. At least now he knew what the big boy’s name was.
The huge boy had an oriental expression on his face. He looked like a Pacific Islander with a golden tan and deep, brown eyes. It would be curious to know how this boy ended up over here in Africa? Also, how did the boy end up so big?
As Peter looked down, he noticed that the boy was at least twice as tall and twice as big as him, even more! Peter guessed that the boy was nearly fifteen feet tall and he had a great amount of muscle on him.
But for now, Peter just closed his eyes and drifted off in a deep sleep, as Maui lay right next to him.
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