"That's ridiculous!" your mother says.
"I'm telling you the truth, mom," you plead. "I don't know how, but Crystal shrunk me and--"
Your mother shushes you, placing her hand over your mouth and glaring disapprovingly. She drives the point home by waving her finger in your face, something you've only seen her do with Mina back when your little sister was 6 and used to make up stories. You give up trying to convince her for now; it's hopeless.
"There, now, Carol," your mother says reassuringly. "There's no sense in making up stories like this, is there?"
You shake your head. Ironically, if this weren't so depressing, you'd be in tears right now. You mother tries to cheer you up by hugging you close and scratching the back of your head affectionately. It doesn't help, but at least she's trying, right?
"Besides, Carol," she whispers, "I know for a fact that Crystal couldn't have shrunken you, because the only shrinking potion in the house is in my dresser."
You pull yourself away from your mother and stare at her, confused. She grins evilly, and you note that she's strengthening her grip on your torso and the back of your head.
"That's right, honey," she says, narrowing her eyes at you and licking her lips, "and from the sound of things it worked like a charm."
You struggle to get away, but she pulls you in close again and whispers into your ear.
"I'm really anxious to see how it works a second time. This time, though ..."
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