Nicoletta was not a giantess like the others: she was tall, of course, but her height was just one of her many qualities. She had flowing hair the color of ripe wheat, hazel eyes like the spring sky in a forest, and skin as smooth and pink as the petals of a peach blossom.
But her real peculiarity were her shoes. Nicoletta loved shoes, and she owned them in every type and color. But her favorites were a pair of red high-heeled shoes, which highlighted her long legs and her elegant gait. Nicoletta Dafne wore those shoes, she felt confident, beautiful and powerful.
One day, while walk...

Nicoletta was not a giantess like the others: she was tall, of course, but her height was just one of her many qualities. She had flowing hair the color of ripe wheat, hazel eyes like the spring sky in a forest, and skin as smooth and pink as the petals of a peach blossom.
But her real peculiarity were her shoes. Nicoletta loved shoes, and she owned them in every type and color. But her favorites were a pair of red high-heeled shoes, which highlighted her long legs and her elegant gait. Nicoletta Dafne wore those shoes, she felt confident, beautiful and powerful.
One day, while walking with her red shoes, Dafne heard a desperate cry. She followed the sound and found a little man with a broken leg.
What will happen to that little man.
Will our giantess be merciful?

Nicoletta non era una gigantessa come le altre: era alta, certo, ma la sua altezza era solo uno dei suoi tanti pregi. Aveva una chioma fluente color del grano maturo, occhi nocciola come il cielo di primavera dentro un bosco e una pelle liscia e rosea come i petali di un fiore di pesco.
Ma la sua vera particolarità erano le sue scarpe. Nicoletta amava le scarpe, e ne possedeva di ogni tipo e colore. Ma le sue preferite erano un paio di scarpe rosse con il tacco, che facevano risaltare le sue lunghe gambe e la sua andatura elegante. Nicoletta Dafne indossava quelle scarpe, si sentiva sicura di sé, bella e potente.
Un giorno, mentre passeggiava con le sue scarpe rosse, Dafne sentì un pianto disperato. Seguì il suono e trovò un piccolo uomo con una gamba spezzata.
Cosa succederà a quel piccolo uomo.
Sarà clemente la nostra gigantessa?