Storyboard Text
- THE SMALL MEN
- Who are these small people? Why are they hostile?
- THE GIANT
- "STOP!"
- THE PRISIONER
- There's a sleeping potion in the food and I sleep again for hours.
- I open my eyes and try to move my head, but I can´t move. There´re hundreds of small men and they´re shooting arrows at me.
- I break the cords on my arms and hair. Then I move my head. The small men are speaking in a strange language. Then I say "I'm hungry". And the men give me food and drink.
- Hundreds of men are carrying me on a big piece of wood. We stop at an ancient temple, and they tie my legs with an iron chain. Now I can't walk properly "I"m their prisioner! This is ridiculous!
