It would be easy to sit within the safe confines of the woman's pocket and just allow her to take her with you. In actuality, though, there is nothing safe about your current hiding spot. The farmgirl only decided to store you in her pocket because she intends on using you as a horse tail charm. If you're to die, you'd rather die at the hands of a predator than spend your last moments starving to death right outside of a horse's asshole as some officially designated decoration. You'd rather die a quick death than resign yourself to the fate that Sally-Anne has in store for you.
You draw your blade, thankful that you have it, and proceed to cut away at the confines of the pocket. It is a miniscule weapon, no bigger than a thorn, but pants have been torn by less. You begin to poke at and saw at the denim , your efforts stymied by the near constant shaking you are forced to endure thanks to the giantess's massive movements. But after enough effort you manage to tear a hole in the pocket large enough for you to try to squeeze through. Gazing out, you catch your first glimpse of the horse stables in the distance. You catch a glance at one of the distant horse stalls. You make out the rump and hooves of a horse, and immediately find yourself thankful that you're already halfway out.
You cut at the opening , expanding it out enough for you to fit through, and proceed to worm your body out of the opening and with one final push you dive out of the pocket and enter a freefall, tumbling almost uncontrollably towards the field of green and brown below.
You touch down onto a blade of grass, rebound off of it, and land upon the soil. You are almost immediately greeted by the thunderous, near deafening KTHOOOMBLE of one of Sally-Anne's boots smashing down onto the ground below, her rumbling footstep sounding not unlike an explosion. The next footstep is drowned out by the ringing in your ears. But drowned out though the following stomps may be, you can certainly feel them. You find yourself staggering across the soil, shaken by the trembling of the soil below, too disoriented to correct for it. But eventually , the rumbles come to pass as well.
You are currently in a vast forest of towering spire-like blades of grass. The scents of various animals hangs in the air around you, likely a result of their droppings getting cooked by the heat of the sun. Speaking of which, it is intensely hot. It's practically a sauna out here, even in the shade. The resident insects, however, seem undeterred. The fluttering of bug wings serves as a near constant hum from above, and even from your vantage point you can already count two lady bugs clinging to nearby grass blades. You consider heading back towards the barn where your craft is hidden, only to realize that you aren't exactly sure which direction it's in.
You have found yourself lost in a labyrinthine forest of grass blades. A forest populated by insects that would range from the size of small puppies to the size of elephants, compared to your tiny form. Speaking of dogs, you know for a fact that at least one is roaming around this massive barnyard. Should "Max" find you, you would likely make for an enjoyable, if easy, hunt before getting busted up and added to his kill tally. You're going to want to find shelter quickly, before you are claimed by the seemingly endless onslaught of insects and other natural hazards the field has to offer. But where do you even begin?
You scour your way through the underbrush, doing your best to avoid the armies of insects that no doubt lurk in this grassy barnyard biome. As for the greater creatures? You can only hope that you never have to contend with a play session from a dog or worry about joining a cat's kill tally. As you explore the underbrush, you hear the voice of the Sally-Ann reverberating t to your right.
"Aw tarnation. Little sucker slipped out through a hole. Shoot. She's gonna kill me, messing this one up. Come on out little guy. You gotta date with a horse's tailhole. Crud. It here. Guess I better search for it before one of the dogs gets at it." Well. That isn't exactly a welcoming proposition. You can be certain that if Sally-Ann finds you, you will at least have a chance to try to persuade her, but who is to say that she'll be able to realize that you are a person rather than a plaything? You quickly scurry away , hoping to avoid falling within the giant farmgirl's line of sight. She seems to not be aware that you can move, the farther you can get from her return path, the better.
As you make your way through the forest of grass, you come across an enormous mound of dirt. Perhaps it is not quite a mountain, but it's certainly fit to be called a hill. If you were naive, you might use this formation to scout out your surroundings. You aren't stupid or desperate enough to climb up what is obviously an anthill. You continue your trek through the forest of grass, once more getting lost.
You explore your way through the underbrush, braving (or , for the most part, retreating from) one insect encounter after another. Eventually you arrive at a mass of bent grassblades, and soon spy a towering red monument of some sort towering over the grass. This crimson monolith is obviously of human construction, but you cannot exactly figure out what it is, even considering your naturally small scale. You circle around it and inspect it. It appears to be longer than it is tall, and has a distinct opening at the bottom. The object appears to be a plastic device of some sort. Possibly a plaything, but it doesn't exactly look appropriate for a dog to sink its teeth into.
Well. It's a better vantage point than an anthill. You get atop a bent blade of grass and begin to approach the red monument. Eventually, after some careful traversal, you manage to make it atop. Looking around, the very first sight you catch a glimpse off is the border collie squatting down a few meters away from you and relieving himself upon the grass. You shudder at the sight, but are thankful the dog is not facing you. You turn around to see Sally-Ann emerging from the horse stables and whistling for the dog. Caught unaware, the dog is forced to hastily finish his dump before getting up and galloping over towards the farm worker. Once more, you thankfully seemingly avoid the dog's attention, at least for the time being.
With the dog gone, you scan the horizons. The farm is not too far from a forested area, but you have no compelling reason to head there. Sally-Ann is to the northeast, standing at the mouth of the horse stables. To the south of that is the cow stables, and a large grazing pasture lies all around you. You can find few viable hiding spots in the large pasture aside from the scattered chewtoy, and those hardly make for viable hiding spots. What you do notice, however, is a farmhouse directly to the north, with a chicken coop directly adjacent to it. S young boy of about 7 years of age is seated upon a swinging chair on the porch, clad in short bluejean shorts, a blue t-shirt, and a straw hat. His feet are bare, and his hands are holding onto a tablet. Your encounter with Sally-Ann was nothing short of disastrous, but perhaps this kid might be able to tell you apart from a common toy...
As you monitor your surroundings, you once more hear Sally-Ann's voice. "Awright Max. Did you eat the little thing?" The dog whimpers and seemingly shakes his head in response. "mmm. Ok. Well it's gone missing. I want you to look for the toy and show it to me. " The woman is holding a cell phone in front of the dog, no doubt showing him a photo of something that looks like a tiny human being. The dog yips in the affirmative. You chuckle uneasily. Surely the dog won't be able to find you.
And then you realize that Max already got a good whiff of your scent. He might not have noticed you earlier, as he was preoccupied, but now that he's been instructed to find you, can you really count out the prospect that he would be able to find you? You Sally-Ann under your breath for taking this manhunt so seriously. You didn't do anything wrong! Well, besides trespass on private property....
You weigh your options. There's no way you're remaining on top of this plastic toy, whatever it is. You have no cover where you are, and the dog would inevitably find you eventually. But perhaps you could hide inside of the toy and avoid detection. Alternatively, you could get the attention of the boy, who is your surest chance to earn yourself a defender against the pursuing canine. Finally, you could get back into the grass and make it towards the barn you started out yet and hopefully make your way back towards the drone...
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