The trucks are almost normal-sized vehicles for you. If they were real, you figured you could drive them. Walking forward, you place your hand against the yellow Tonka truck.
How can this be real? You think to yourself.
It was then that you begin to feel light bumps; they became heavier as whatever it was grew closer to you. Just as the thumping began to give you a headache, they stopped.
Then, you heard a voice, "I thought I put all my army men away."
Oh, fuck...
Turning around, you look up into the face of a little boy. He looked to be about six, and he was enormous! Sitting cross-legged only a few feet away, he gazed down upon you.
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