Once there was an old man who lived in the woods. He went out to dig up some roots to cook for dinner and saw something sticking out of the leaves. He dug around and found a great big hairy toe. He thought it was from a large animal.
"I could make a nice soup out of that," thought the old man. He did just that. It was his best meal in weeks.
Later that night, a cold wind started blowing around the cottage. A low voice came from outside. "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!"
Inside the house, the old man woke up. He jumped out of bed, ran to the door and put a big bar across it. Then he went back to bed.
The man heard big footsteps. A voice howled, "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!"
Suddenly, the front door burst open. The man could hear the stomp, stomp, stomp of very big feet. "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!"
The old man saw the giant and shouted, "I ate your hairy toe!"
"Yes, you did," said the hairy giant.
No one saw the old man again. The only clue to his disappearance was a large footprint found beside the house. The footprint was missing the left big toe.