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As I mentioned, Bonnie had already passed her village and continued up what
seemed to be some sort of path between the waterfalls. Certainly, she was not
the first person to do this! The path got smaller and smaller and smaller as
the waterfalls got closer and closer and closer until she started to realize it
wasn’t a path at all. It was simply the space between the waterfalls.

She said to herself, excitedly, “Perhaps it starts as just one waterfall!” She was
now walking through the clouds. She kept glancing back as she continued
upwards and with every step it looked as if her village were fading away.

Before she realized it, she had bumped into a huge, odd shaped rock, almost a
small mountain by itself. The rock was as wide as the widest building she
had ever seen and as tall as the tallest tower in the town at the bottom of the
mountain. The waterfalls ran down the front of this huge rock and try as she
might she couldn’t help but look up, to the place where the waterfalls began.

Once she realized she was looking up she closed her eyes, so as not to
completely disobey her Mother. But she couldn’t help seeing what she saw. The
mountain looked like a huge man, sitting with elbows on his knees, with
waterfalls running down from his eyes.

Bonnie turned away and, without looking back, ran down the mountain,
through the clouds, and without so much as breaking stride, ran into her
house and slammed the front door.

She wanted to believe that the top of the mountain had been carved into the
shape of a giant. She tried so hard to believe this, she had almost actually
succeeded. But she couldn’t. She knew it was a real man, a giant. A giant!
Sitting at the top of the mountain. Head in his hands. Crying waterfalls.