It was not easy being a giant, living in a land of clouds. What kind of resources could you expect to harvest in such a place? What land is there to farm, what metals to mine, what game to hunt? Hunger was a constant thing, and all the big folk could do was peer down upon the humans with their vast fields of vegetables, legumes, and grain. Their cows, pigs, and sheep. Their mines of copper, silver, and gold. So much, for such small creatures.

On occasion, one such little fellow would by some miracle or another arrive upon their nebular lands. They wouldn't come empty handed, but with a cart laden with goods. Mind you, this was no charity visit - they were merchants, and they had come to trade. But for what? The giants had nothing to exchange! Surely they could have simply taken what they wished, but no. For the folk were big, and their pride was bigger still. They would not stoop to thievery. They simply ate the merchants, saving their bones for their meagre bread, and balefully tossed the carts back to the earth below. And so their starvation continued.

Or at least it would have, were it not for yet another visitor that stumbled upon their lands. Not a human, no, and while the stories told now-a-days will insist that it was a goose, it was not that either. It was a single chicken, yellow of feather, and bewildered of temperament. As some of you may know, chickens don't fly - at least not like other birds - and this one was no different. Not in this way at least! To this day we don't know how it came to be there upon that cloud, but we are truly thankful it did.

While it did not fly, like any other ordinary chicken, the eggs it laid were not ordinary at all. Those eggs were covered in a thick crust of gold for a shell, and inside they held a glistening ruby, flawless in every way. Every day this chicken would lay another egg, and by the time the next merchant came to visit, they were given a sack full for everything they had. So overjoyed were the giants at their bounty that they even forgot to eat the visitors! And so, more came - not just with produce, but with stone, steel, tools, and before long the land of clouds became a true kingdom in its own right.

But what of the chicken, you ask? Well, you tell me. How would you reward a creature that single-wingedly saved you from an eternity of poverty and suffering? Would you worship it as a god? What would you sacrifice to it, and upon what kind of altar? What kind of comforts would you provide, and how would you keep it safe from other grasping hands?