Mary was four hundred feet tall. “What’s it like being four hundred feet tall?” people would ask her. But she couldn’t hear, because she was four hundred feet away up into the air, and besides, her eardrums were trampolines and her inquisitors mere ants. They would shout louder, but she still wouldn’t hear. If she had heard, she would have boomed, “It’s really lonely. Everyone else is really tiny. I want to hug something that isn’t a mountain.”