The Giant staggers forward, stabbing his trident into the ground to stop his falling.
He turns around, slightly slower than before. He was getting tired. He threw his trident towards the miscreant, then pulled out a dagger.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather