"No is not. I call Ganargh."
The boy sighed. "I know that, Gabe. But think of how big a mouthful Ganargh is. That's why we agreed to call you Gabe."
The giant roared in half-anger, half-amusement.
"I remember now," the giant replied. "When you was a wee--"
A deafening crash prevented the giant from finishing the sentence, and both boy and giant turned to the sound's direction . . .