The carry-on - a leathery purse some twice your height - looms beside the woman's stationary foot, while the other swings above you. It is with trepidation that you approach, careful to remain watchful, in case to need to jump away. No telling when she may re-cross her legs the other way, stamping her foot down.
In time you reach it, discovering as you do so that to get inside you'll have to climb up to reach the zipper, and then somehow move that aside to allow you egress. No problem, right?
Who'd have thought it was so hard to climb a purse. The material is soft and easy to grip, but also slippery. Several times you almost fall, and all the way through you are sure that the woman will look down at any moment and spot your feeble attempts to stow away.
Somehow, you reach the summit. You keep telling yourself not to look up at the giantess - it would only scare you. Instead, you bend all the force of your will to somehow opening the bag. To no effect.
You're puny at this scale, with muscles that a mouse would scoff at. A simple zipper defies you, and you feel utterly pathetic.
You've been here too long. The woman's hand approaches, merely to grasp the handle, but she's sure to see you if you don't move NOW.
Will you abandon this project and look for an easier mule, or see if the woman is willing to be a partner in crime?
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