You don't know how, but you've found yourself in a scene straight out of "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids". The grass around you, which you could usually walk through with the greatest of ease, now towers over you like so many crowded street lamps. Their once smooth surfaces have now given way to a mass of thready and coarse fibers, while the ground beneath you is either largely consistent of rocks with all of them bigger than your knee line or gigantic amounts of upturned mud. You really wish, in your petrified fear, that you at least could have shrunk in the house; at least you could have found some meager hospitality in there.
As your amazement continues to give way to sheer terror, you suddenly feel a big vibration in the ground, like a single thump. Then a second, larger one. Then a still larger third. You realize that these are footsteps.... It must be Julia!
Praying that she'll notice you, you crawl up a blade of grass as quickly as you can and gaze in incredulity at Juliette. Saying she's big is an understatement; her height as she's strolling over to where you are is big enough to cover your entire field of vision, in both directions, and she's only getting bigger as she gets closer. She stops about four feet away from you- to you, over a track field's distance away. She then calls for you: "Honey?"
You could try running over to her, or calling out to her. You're certainly not going to just wait around here.
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