The purpose

The giants approached and a crowd gatherd round. "Who among you has knowledge of what we seek" bellowed the stoutest of the monstrous beasts. The most average soul stepped forward. His hair had never shined so fierecly red. "I do" He said in a whisper which pierced the heavy anticipatory silence. At that moment the giants bellowed in unison, "Then answer us: "What are the three choices in life?" A pause that seemed to last forever began and stretched for a full 18 seconds. The red-haired boy clearly, distinctly and with assurance shouted "Root Beer, Cheese and Bicycling!" At that moment the crowd roared and the giants sat down. The boy's red hair shined more brightly than the sun and as the people's eyes adjusted, the giants were gone. In their place 3 moutains now existed. One was made entirely of cheese. The other of Bicycles. The last of Bottled Root beer. From that day forward there was never again war.