The smell hit you first. Cheese! Lots of cheese. Your mouth started salivating. Giant footsteps thunder closer and closer. Now you can hear a thunderous rumble of a giant singing softly to himself.
"O, I'm the man in the moon, and I'm made of cheese... Ha, ha!" laughs the giant as he enters the kitchen for a night cap.
You crouch in the corner caught up with all sorts of conflicting emotions at the sight and smell of the giant. Yes, he smells like cheese, but he also has the rich husky aroma of a male. While his skin has the color and sheen of fine cheese, it is shaped in a most muscularly masculine way. From your cubby hole you get a good view up the giant's towel of his generously huge endowment. You watch as he crosses to the far corner and opens a cupboard and takes out a little-compared to him--beaker (which obviously had been some town's water tower). He uncorks a stainless steel cylindar which reminds you of a container truck. The name on the side of the container is "Ernest & Julio Gallo." The giant turns and you get a good look at his face. The cheese giant is the spitting image of Brad Pitt!