The stones stood tall, casting dark shadows across the dirt, and were covered in war paint. The fallen warrior’s spoils lay in piles before them.
“We should be careful,” Owl said.
Raccoon nodded, and they made their way through the giant’s graveyard, mindful to step around where they imagined the massive bodies were buried.
“There,” Racoon said, pointing.
The boys knelt in front of the monument, the smallest in the boneyard. They pulled jewels, coins, bells, rags, feathers, flowers, bones, twigs and berries from their sacks, placed them in a neat pile on the fresh mound of earth, and grieved.