> **_Chapter One_** You see, the real problem with fluff-moos was that they just didn’t know what was good for them in general. What made matters worse was that the four fluff-moos that Elliot had been chasing after in particular had absolutely no common sense in their heads at all. This of course meant that they saw nothing wrong at all with flying straight into a forest filled with sleeping giants that would happily cook themselves a meaty stew with the flying beasts should they suddenly wake up. Fluff-moos were miniature cows that could fly, even though their feathered wings were much too small for their bodies. Elliot on the other hand was a small ten-year-old with a pair of brass glasses, winter clothes made of bison fur that his mom made for him, and a metal helmet that his dad made for him with small, realistic-looking moose antlers bolted to the top of it. The forest that Elliot had chased his wayward herd into was perfectly dressed in snow and like a winter wonderland. Standing amongst the trees were these colossal, human-like beings whose heads brushed the treetops. The men among them were a cornflower blue while the women had rosy-pink skin, and they all had black tribal markings all over their bodies. These giants slept standing on their feet as their snoring caused the snow on the trees to fall to the ground. Elliot watched with wracked nerves as the fluff-moos he was chasing were trying to tug some stubborn winter-apples off of the branches near the giants’ faces. “Come down from there!” Elliot cried out to them as quietly as he could without losing urgency. “You guys are going to get us all eaten! _Get down here now!_” He could feel his blood starting to heat up as he watched the fluff-moos ignore his commands. He breathed in deeply to steady his ten-year-old self—it was all he could do to keep himself from losing his temper on the creatures and waking the giants up in the process. Instead of listening to him, the fluff-moos tugged even harder on the apples, refusing to go home with the boy empty-handed. They pulled and they pulled until finally, one of the apples broke free suddenly and the beast pulling it went flying backwards and slammed right into the face of one of the giants. The eyes of the giant popped open as it staggered backwards trying to figure out what was going on. In a moment, its eyes locked onto the fluff-moos who all slammed into each other and mooed loudly in a panic. “No! Stop!” Yelled Elliot before he quickly clamped a hand onto his mouth. The giant’s head whipped down towards him as all the other giants around him started to abruptly wake from their deep slumber. There must have been at least six of them gathered there. That was when the fluff-moos finally flew down to the boy and hid from the giant’s sight behind him. “What’s that down there?” The giant pointed at Elliot as he rubbed the other eye that the fluff-moo slammed into. “It looks like a _human_.” Said another giant. “A _human?_ In our neck of the woods? Hmm…doesn’t look meaty enough for a stew. And it’s only one of them.” “Could make a nice midnight snack, though.” “What’s going on?” yawned one of the giantesses. “What was all that racket?” “It was this human boy.” Said the first giant. “Enough talking,” said the second giant. “Let’s just have him as a midnight snack and go back to sleep.” The boy had been frozen in fear this whole time. The only reason he didn’t get caught when the giant reached down to grab him was because one of the fluff-moos had grabbed the hood of his winter coat with its teeth and began pulling him away. Once moving, the boy snapped out of it and began running as fast as he could back towards his family’s farm. “Look, he’s got some of those special cows with him!” said the giantess who spoke before. “The really tasty ones with the _special milk!_ Quick! Catch them! _Don’t let them get away!_” The ground shook violently as the giants began thundering after them. Elliot’s only saving grace was that the giants couldn’t just run in a straight line; they had to keep bobbing and weaving between the trees and under the rocky passes of small cliffs. Through the woods they ran, past small waterfalls and through sleepy groves until the boy was ready to drop to his feet out of exhaustion. That was when a hand grabbed him and pulled him and the fluff-moos behind a hillside in one swoop of a giant pink hand, and the moonlit, snowy forest was replaced with a face full of equally shocked fluff-moos. **End of Chapter** \*\*\* **Thanks for reading the first chapter of _Enchantyon: The Trouble With Fluff-Moos_!** **If you enjoyed this excerpt and would like to see what happens next, you can read the whole story [here](https://getinkspired.com/en/story/368682/enchantyon-the-trouble-with-fluff-moos/)!**