"Whoa, look at this guys," Kyle commented as he surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings. Minutes ago he was outside in the backyard throwing a ball with his two friends. Then, out of nowhere, his eyes were blinded by a flash of light and he was standing in a completely new environment. The tall trees that had been surrounding him were nowhere to be seen. The pleasant breeze that had been present all afternoon had ceased. There wasn't a building in sight.
Kyle pivoted around and saw that his friends, Ryan and Keith, appeared just as confused as he felt. To make things even more strange, the ground upon which he stood had a brittle, crunchy-like quality as he adjusted his stance to look around. The earth was quite flat, grassy in some areas, gravelly in others, and was patterned with linear striations that were parallel and perpendicular to one another. "This is incredible." Kyle's feelings vacillated between concern and curiosity as he focused his eyes in order to acquire more detail below him.
"Look -- there are cars down there! And buildings, and tiny little people!" Kyle turned around and gave Ryan, who was down on one knee now, an incredulous half-smirk in response to his exclamation. He rolled his eyes: sure, tiny people and cars. What will Ryan think of next?
He was even more surprised to hear Keith, generally a more serious type, join in. "They look like ants from up here... man, we're giant!" Kyle took a couple steps toward his two friends and felt the ground crunch and flatten as he did so. Glancing down once more, he then saw them. He had stepped squarely on one of those little striations that separated the ground into square and rectangular sections, and noticed on both sides of his left sneaker, the accumulation of insect-like activity. "Whoops," Kyle said to himself as the tiny little insects scrambled in all directions at his feet. He hoped he didn't cause too much damage to the nest as he watched the bustle increase and almost seemed to become somewhat organized, with a number of the little things converging closer to where he stepped. Kyle leaned down even more and opened his jaw in surprise, stunned by what these things really were. They were cars. Ryan wasn't kidding. Flashing little red and blue lights were teeny tiny emergency vehicles: fire trucks, police cars, ambulances slowly zipping to where his foot was positioned. The striation he stepped on, he realized, was in fact a road for these vehicles. All along either side of the roads were tiny boxes of all colors: buildings! They looked like any buildings you would find in a small city, but just tiny-sized. Suddenly Kyle felt as though he was standing on top of a model train set that might have belonged to a young child. He never would have fathomed that such tiny people existed or that he would be such a giant compared to an alien form of life.
Keith responded to Kyle's remark: "Whoops? What do you mean whoops? You just stepped on a bunch of them!"
He was right, Kyle realized. The road was cracked and ruined where he stood and as he tilted his foot on its side, he could see a number of the vehicles had been flattened paper-thin and pressed into the roads under the weight of his (to them) giant sneaker. "I didn't meant to step on them.. I was just shuffling my feet." He continued to look upon the panicked activity below. "But they are really tiny," he stated, followed by a quiet chuckle. "Can't really help where I step." Kyle certainly didn't mean to crush these little guys, but avoiding any sort of damage was a little too much to ask. Following that, he lifted his foot into the air and propped it against his other knee to further evaluate the degree of wreckage. Wishing there was a wall or something to maintain his balance as he stood on one foot, he saw that across the patterned, creviced sole of his running shoe were trapped tiny little cars that he stepped on. He saw also the remains of demolished buildings that were pressed into the maze-like treads, sort of like miniscule pieces of gravel. "Look -- their little vehicles are stuck in my shoe!" Kyle signaled Keith and Ryan by pointing his hand down at his shoe. The two of them leaned in and looked down upon with playful interest. Kyle himself couldn't help but be amused by the sight of these tiny structures and colored vehicles stuck in the grooved white treads walls. He could even see some of the wheels of the vehicles spinning as drivers desperately tried anything to escape their rubber prison.
"Hah, I feel bad for whoever is still inside of those cars," said Keith.
"Yeah.." Kyle did feel somewhat bad for the little guys, but there was nothing to be done about it now. What was done was done. "Well, too late to do anything about them now. Ah well.." He lowered his foot onto roughly the same location as where he stood before, trying to get past the knowledge that a number of tiny people and vehicles were still stuck to his vast sneaker like smashed bugs. "So what do we do now?"
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