I thought this over in MAY of 1999...and wrote THIS:
“The Giant sleeps on a full belly from a festive day at the fair and dreams of peaceful, sunny days. In the distance a caparisoned Bear jags to a jaunty jig, tinkling the bells of its shabby circus garb, reduced to dancing for the amusement of the town folk it once terrorized. Unaccustomed to its cage and civilized surroundings the bear strains at its muzzle and growls at its captors, longing for the wild and the only life it has known, killing when it is hungry and fearing no creature in the forest. The Bear’s lowing resembles distant thunder and the Giant fitfully becomes aware that there is some dark and foreboding thing impinging on its dreamscape from without. The Bear was captured by the Giant and contemplates how it might devour it, if only it could attack before it awakens. Sleepily the Giant responds to its atavistic instincts of survival, somehow subconsciously aware that danger is nearby. The Giant never considered the Bear’s escape.”
Wake up, America.