You stopped suddenly, gasping for air. Your mother turned and eyed you suspiciously.
"Why are you running through the house?" She asked quizzically, tilting her head to one side.
You racked your brain for something, anything, to distract her from the mail. She caught your nervous glances, however, and a smirk slowly grew upon her lips.
"Oooh, I get it," She looked down at the mail in her hands. "Something in the mail, huh? Sit down, young man."
"But..but I have to..."
"No buts. Sit. Down." Your mothers voice hit a tone which immediately dropped your back into a chair.
"Now let's see...credit card bill." She flipped the envelope away dramatically. "Utilities bill." She did it again. "Church mail-out." Another envelope in the air. You could swear she was taking more and more time between each piece just to torture you. "Hmm, oh-ho-ho, what do we have here? Report cards!" She held up three envelopes, one for each of the siblings still in school.
"Is this what you didn't want me to see?" She glared down at you, and did not break eye contact as she tore open the envelope with the nail on her index finger. She pulled out the paper and unfolded it in one flick of her wrist. "Oh...oh dear. This isn't good at all." She had barely looked at the paper, but you supposed your guilty face told her more than she needed to know.
She sat down next to you on the couch, turning slightly towards you. "You know this sort of performance isn't acceptable." Her almost comforting tone bled an aura of false sincerity.
"I..I know mom..." You turned your head, already anxious about the way she was looking at you.
"So, what do you suppose we should do about it?" She edged closer, ever so slightly.
"Um..I don't know..." You knew what was coming. Why did she have to play with you like this?
"I'm sure you can think of something. If you were me, what would you do?"
You sighed heavily, shuddering unconsciously. If you were her, you would do a lot of things differently, but you knew the answer she was looking for.
"I guess I should be punished..." The words pained you to say, but not as much as the next ones, "Just go ahead and shrink me, get it over with."
"Shrink you? Why, that's not at all what I was thinking." She put a 'caring' hand on your shoulder. You looked over and caught the terrifying predatory look on her face. "But, if that's what you suggest, how could I say no?"
"What? Mom, no, wait-" It was futile. In one smooth motion, you mother shoved you off the couch, and by the time you hit the floor, you were already bug sized. You laid there, somewhat dazed from the jarring shift in size and the fall which seemed to last too long. Your mother stretched out her legs, so that the heels of her large feet sat just above your head. They towered over your insect-sized form.
"Now then, you're shrunk, but that's not much of a punishment in and of itself. How can we turn this into an experience to learn from?"
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