Your heart was pumping as you stood ontop of her index finger, staring into her giant red eye. "H-how small am I?!" you yell out. "I don't know." she states her booming, sultry voice. "I mean, I know how small you are in century-old measurement systems, but I'm not good with the conversion rates. But I'd say you're around an eighth of an inch."
Oh, crap. You really WERE small.
Before you could fully realize that, however, you let out a scream as lightly tilted her finger, causing you to roll off. Falling past her chin, you suddenly land snuggly into something big...and red...and warm...and...squishy? Looking up, your jaw drops at the sight of her massive face rising over giant red hills...but you knew what they actually were.
"I hope you enjoy yourself down there today, little guy, because I have some business to attend to." "Business?!" you yell up. "What business?"
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