He sat and hovered his hooves above the big apple, gave no thought of the countless people underneath his immense body, he enjoyed the gentle breeze of the atmosphere, gently poking across the bottom of his hooves are tiny explosions, signs of a desperate people trying to gain his attention. Maybe that was their plan? Maybe they were genuinely trying to hurt him?
Little did they know, he was familiar with them in ways they couldn't comprehend, he knew what he was doing, and soon they will discover what they were doing to themselves by fueling him with such a pathetic display of desperate struggles.