Patch

It make me laugh it do.

What do? I mean, does? What does?

Fings are all likes "one true giant" dis and "uvver true giant" vat. It's juss dikkle’us.

Ridiculous?

Yus. Dikkle’us.

No, I mean, WHY is it ridiculous?

Cos thems aren’t one true nuffink.

And who IS, then?

None’ve ‘em.

None of the Giants are Top Giant?

Hur hur hur hur. No. There’s NOT any giants at all, silly. I like you.

I'm sorry, say what now?

Mabbite called Mahir did make’em all up. For funs. ‘K, I tired now bye.

Bye then.

Patch

Hullo!

Hi!

I likes you.

That’s nice.

I likes you, an’ I likes Mahir. Mahir was a Mabbit.

You mean a Mabbite?

Hur hur hur. Yus. Not Mabbit. Mabbite. Eleventy-FOUSAND yearas before you. Mahir buried fings in patches. Mahir liked patches. Sometime he did bury musical blockses, and sometime he did bury secret fings. Bits of Mabbite history an’ stuffs.

And you have one of those for me?

Hur hur hur! No I doesn’t has’em. I don’t fink. But somewhere, in some patch, he left a key. An he said that if you FINDS it, you know the secrets of the giants.

A real key? An actual key?

No, wally. Made of metaphoricalisms, his key, that’s what Mahir said.

Eeeenteresting.

Patch

Oh! Is you! Hullo!

Hey!

I wants to tells you sumfin: You wants to hear my sumfin?

Tell me.

During that bit there woz only Mabbites, they dugged into patches, as deep as they woz tall, and then stand in the hole. For days. Soakin’ up ver patchiness of the patch. Some did become one wiv their patch. Somethems still in here, finking ancient Mabbite fings.

Things like…?

Deep fings. Deep fings and worms. And what happens if you jus’ keep diggin’ down.

And what happens if you do?

Not this time. I tell you ‘nuvver time.

I'll be back.

Patch

Hey! I ‘member you! I likes you!

How nice. Well I likes – like – you too.

I was going to tells you this thing, wasnni? But I has forgot what it is-was.

About the Mabbites?

Ohhhhhh yesses. The Mabbites they used to stand in their holes, holes dugged out of patches, and they used to be thinking very deeply about deep deep down and what mightbe happen if they did carry on be diggin’.

And did any of them ever try?

Mabbite? No. But they certainly thunked about it very thoroughlike.

But what if they DID dig all the way through?

They’d fall out of the world. Out of the prettyworld and onto the giantrock. And then they’d get squishimicated by Giantfeets. Or worse. There is worser.

What could be worse?

I cannot say. But the Mabbites knewed it.

You mean they knew i… oh, never mind.

Patch

Hullo! I likes you!

Hola, Patch.

I is here, yus? You can see I is here, yus?

Yes?

And when you are not on this street, I am still here? An’ even if a tree is planted in me, I is still here, isn’t I? I still ‘zist, don’t I?

Yes. I would imagine so.

You have to ‘member I exist, though, right? Because if someone forgets I exist, then maybe I don’t exist anymore.

I’m not sur…

If things that exist when someone thinks them up? If someone forgets to think that they exist, they don’t exist anymore, issit?

I’m not sure that’s how it works.

That’s what happened to the Mabbites. Everyone stopped remembering they existed, and that was the end of them. You promise not to forget I ‘zist please.

I promise.

I likes you.

Remember that.