You glance up at the 50 foot tall moose boy who stares down at your four-and-a-hall foot tall figure. Being an eleven year old in what is basically sixth grade, the first year of middle/junior high school would be bad enough when dealing with humans a little bigger than you, but the idea of dealing with animals a good ten times your size is quite another matter. Even the smaller ones are intimidating; the moose boy, however, is long and lanky and seems to weigh a thousand times more than you do.
You stammer, "Uh, no I'm--I mean y-yes, these stairs are too steep for me."
"That little dude could fit in my backpack!," laughs a fox as he heads past you.
"Humans!," smirks the moose, who gives a big pat to the fox's back. "Ya gotta feel sorry for them, huh?
See you in science later, Vulpi." He turns back to you. "Well, I can--whoa!"
Suddenly the moose grabs you and pulls you away and you see a fleeting image of brown fur running past.
A steady thump! thump! thump! goes up the stairs, and you look down and see huge brown paws running up the stairs. "I'm gonna be late, gangway!," comes the voice. You realize it's a huge eighth-grade bear, and the fact that the moose pulled you aside means that you weren't crushed by him!
The moose sighs. "Why they put these humans here, when they're far too small, I don't know! Well, whatever your name is, I'll help ya." He pulls you up and hold you tight to his chest; you are carried up the rest of the stairs and then deposited on the floor at the top of the stairs. Your puny sneakers are almost crushed by the passing paws of giant animals, and you retreat to the side of the hallway so you don't collide with them.
"I'm John!," you quickly say to him. "Thanks!"
"Moosalamoo," he replies. "No problem little guy."
Next you enter the classroom and climb up on an immense desk to look up at a blackboard which tells you what your seat will be:
Third row, third seat back. A 48 foot tall raccoon arrives and looks at the board: Fourth row,
third seat back, is the assignment he gets. He looks down at you. "Hey! Sure you're in the right place?
You're a bit little for this school...though you look like you're our age..."
"I am--I'm 11..."
"I'm 12. Well, I can't help it if you humans are on the short side." You look up at him--a masked bandit face on top, with an orange T-shirt and blue jean shorts underneath; a ringed tail protrudes from his back. His paws
on the floor are each longer than you are tall.
"Good to meet ya--uh, no offense but I kinda wish they sent me to a human school. You guys are too big."
"Well, you're here now, buddy, but I'll look out for ya. I'm Procione."
"Hey there, I'm John," you say, shaking his immense paw. You feel his paws then reach around to place you back on the floor and you look up at him. Even his knees are a good 12 to 14 feet up. Now you each head to your desks and...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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