Short Stories B1: If I were a giant

If I were a giant, I wouldn't be able to fit in my house.

I'd have to live in a building that had a high ceiling, but I'd probably have a hard time getting through the door.

I'd have to make my own clothes,

but where would I get a giant needle and thread to sew with?

I couldn't ride in a car or a plane.

I suppose I would just have to take giant steps to get from place to place.

I would have to be very careful not to step on anybody or anything.

When I talked, people would cover their ears.

My voice would sound very loud to them.

I wouldn't find shoes to cover my feet.

I wouldn't find a knife and fork to eat my dinner with.

I might have to use a rake as a fork.

My dinner would be huge.

What would I cook my dinner in?

I certainly wouldn't find an oven big enough to put my dinner in.

If I sneezed, it would be like a hurricane.

If I fell down, it would be like an earthquake.

I wouldn't have any friends because everyone would be too tiny for me to talk to.

I think that being a giant would be very lonely.

I couldn't have just one apple. I would have to have a lot of apples to fill me up.

I would have to drink gallons and gallons of water to quench my thirst.

I could never relax under a tree. I would be taller than all the trees.

I don't think that being a giant would be fun.

I won't ever make a wish to be a giant.

I would rather be my height.

I'm very happy the way I am.