You couldn’t begin to believe it. You are standing soaking wet in a dense forest of tall grass. It seems the effects of Tsunami are repeatedly applied as you stand dumbstruck at another one tenth your size. You figure that you have to be a little more than a half an inch high! The shock and awe of your new situation begin to fade as you remember that the Fearow was also hit by the same attack. More out of curiosity, you run around in the grass searching for the Fearow to see if it had also been reduced to a tenth of his size.
There he was lying stunned in grass. The Fearow that tried to make you his slave had indeed been shrunk from the attack. Still to you, he was eight times your size. The surprised Fearow, which was almost just a mere four inches high, stands in place gaping upward. You start to wonder exactly what Fearow was looking at…
STOMP!
Suddenly, the ground quakes beneath your feet. You can barely keep your footing. Realizing this, you jump to one of the grass stalks and hold on. The ground constantly rumbles as whatever it is gets closer.
STOMP!!
You notice out of the corner of your eye that Fearow tries to escape, however he is caught midflight by an enormous blue foot. Crashing to the ground, Fearow becomes pinned beneath the giant foot.
“SQUIRTLE!”
You clasp your ears at the resounding roar of your Squirtle’s voice. Gazing up, you are astonished by the sheer size of your Squirtle. He had to be at least 160 feet tall to you! That’s about 33 times your own size! You can tell that Squirtle was irate with Fearow right now. Even though it would be interesting to see what Squirtle was going to do to Fearow, you boldly dash out and try to get Squirtle’s attention.
You yell as hard as you can, “Squirtle, I’m down here!”
It’s no good. You are way too small now that your voice isn’t even audible to Squirtle. You look on at the Fearow as Squirtle goes down to snatch him from under his foot. Fearow tries to break from Squirtle’s grasp, but just like you moments ago is unable to. Squirtle begins talking to the Fearow.
You run towards Squirtle’s foot, and without thinking begin to pound on it. The huge flesh of the foot vibrates as you try to get your Pokémon’s attention.
“Squirtle?”
You successfully get Squirtle’s attention, but you notice that the look on his face is more of bewilderment than of one of recognition.
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