You cannot believe your eyes but then the giant moves in front of a mirror and touches his face, remodelling it. He then becomes a man with a much rounder set of facial features. But it is not important, whether his face is fair or not. What you want is the cheese! It must taste so nice! The smell all around you is enticing, enthralling, tantalising. Maybe if you wait until the man made of cheese goes to bed, then you can nibble on him? It does not have to be a lot. No more than a few mouthfuls. So you wait painstakingly, the idea of filling you new mouse belly with cheese rendering said wait more bearable. More or less...
It took an eternity - it seemed- but the man at last went to his bed and started snoring very loudly. You decide it's the moment to act. You can't resist his delicious cheesy smell anymore! So you approach the man in his bedroom discreetly and very silently. Indeed, like the proverbial mouse. You are silent as a mouse for real, now! your tiny ridiculous mouse paws are puny and stupid-looking on you but they are completely silent. As the bedroom door is ajar, you can see the man in the bed, snoring very audibly and his arm is dangling and touching the floor. His fingers made of this scrumptious cheese! Your eyes shine in pure joy at the thought of at last sinking your teeth in this exquisite morsel! You don't care any more that you act so much like a stupid little rodent and dart forward, happy at your speed now that you are running and scampering on all fours. You must, must have a taste! A glorious taste! Unfortunately, it all goes wrong.
As soon as you set a foot in the room, you walk on a cardboard surface and a cage falls on you. You're in a trap! The noise wakes the man who jolts awake and quickly sees you. Oh no! There is nowhere to hide. He smiles evilly and he rises from his bed.
"Look who got too cocky! You really thought a tiny idiotic thing like you could take a bite out of me?"
He looms over you menacingly and then grabs the cage so it can be at eye-level. He inspects you.
"As usual," he mutters. "A convict from that awful other world. Well, you can squeal all you want. No one will hear you complain and you're on your own. No one will come for you. No one wants to."
He sets you on a table in the room.
"You mouse-men always come to me, it seems. Well, tomorrow I'll give you to a sorcerer. He pays in gold coins for worthless convicted people like you. That'll teach you."
He then returns to his snoring, leaving you to wonder what you will become. What shall that sorcerer do to you? You were in a terrible mess now for sure!