Size. It’s a relative thing. Take the lowly cyclamen: an ankle-biter to you and me, but not to this chap. It’s the equivalent of a giant sunflower to him.
The context? One of the gardens I work in is used by children, and inevitably the occasional toy gets left lying about. Cyclamen sometimes pops up in unexpected places too, like in the lawn, and I dodge these when I’m mowing so I don’t decapitate them. Today, I found this toy and plonked him next to the towering cyclamen. I wonder if the Jimmy the kid will actually notice the pairing…?