The only option that makes sense to me is climbing Naomi. The other giantess is seemingly miles away even though she is in reality just a couple feet away from the closest female. By the time I would get to her, she would probably be finished picking the tomatoes and walk away, leaving me behind. Another barrier that I cannot simply jump on to her flip flops. The thickness and height of the sole of the flip flops are probably well over a hundred feet compared to me! Naomi on the other hand is closer, and although climbing the sole of her shoe would be an ever greater impossibility than climbing the thin sole of a flip flop, that will not be a factor due to a loose shoe string that is thicker than several tree trunks combined in one. I just need to reach the shoe string and climb up!
Although Naomi is so close, a few centimeters at my flea size is a good forty yards away. Not wanting to waste this opportunity to escape the outdoors, I clock my legs into overdrive to sprint towards the godlike shoe. While I am sprinting, Naomi accidentally drops a tomato. The massive, red sphere that may as well be some kind of mini-moon collided with the ground with enough force to make me lose balance as the floor trembled and the uneven, moist soil lashed around like it was alive. I look in horror as the tomato rolls towards at a couple hundred miles per hour. This is how I die, getting crushed by a tomato.
Just as the tomato is upon me, it suddenly stops leaving me face to face with a wall of glistening red covered in blotches of dirt bigger than your body. The massive sphere starts to shift back to reveal five enormous fingers with a reflecting burgundy color painted onto their nails that are latching onto the tomato and lifting it up in the air with an impressive shoe of strength.
"Oops." Naomi's booming voice echoes through the air as she places the tomato in the basket and continues with the other tomatoes.
My heart still pumping from the near death ordeal, I continue sprinting forward. I did not have much time to reflect on what just happened, I need to get to this shoe string. The closer I get, the more I realize how tiny I am. This massive foot is big enough to flatten cities compared to me! I still cannot comprehend how insignificant I really am! Finally just in front of the loose shoestring, I latch onto the woven threads the shoe string is made of as if it is like climbing a wall of rope that extends hundreds of feet to get off the ground and to the top of the shoe, a harrowing and climb just to reach the top of her foot.
While, I am trying to climb, Naomi filled her basket and gets up to walk inside the house with the tomatoes. This creates havoc for me as I...
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