Though many things could pose a threat to you, the threat that worries you the most is the smallest of them all. Ants. You have just opening the bottle, likely for the first time since it was discarded into the field. And it contains an ample bounty for creatures even smaller than you are. The bottle could well serve as a beacon for ants...and in the sauna-like environment of the bottle, you might not wake up in time to avoid getting torn about by hundreds of rat-sized bugs.
You decide to remedy this. You emerge from the bottle and begin scrounging around to form some sort of makeshift barricade. You carry a few fallen leaves into the bottle, then amass a small mount of dirt just outside. You transport the mound into the bottle as well , then begin work on a small construction project. Using a combination of packed-together dirt and folded leaves, you seal the mouth of the bottle shut, making sure to leave openings small enough to deny entry to ants , but large enough for air to pass into the bottle. You feel a hint of concern over the security of the opening - the ants may be able to tunnel into it if they so decide - but dismiss them as improbable at best. At the very least, the opening would bottleneck entry from ants, allowing you to wake up to a small cadre of scouts rather than a kill-squad.
Having done what you can to secure your shelter, you drift off within the sauna-like heat of the bottle, unsure if you will ever wake up.
But wake up you do. You wake up to the sound of raging gusts of wind and distant thunder. But you do not hear the telltale pitter patter of raindrops. You sit up and stretch before crawling past the bottle's wrapper. Well...it certainly isn't raining. It's still bright and sunny. But what could that thunder be?
Oh, right. Oh no. You're no smaller than a mouse, currently sheltering inside of a bottle. That thunder isn't the sound of nature expressing it's fury through a violent storm. It's a different force of nature altogether. A huge creature is approaching. Identification code: unknown. You scarcely no how to brace yourself against attack.
You curl up and cower in the shade beneath the wrapper, knowing you don't have the luxury to flee from your hiding spot. The thunderous sounds grow louder. The bottle beginning to shake eve so slightly as the giant is approaching. You turn your head towards the source of the noise, the wrapper too opaque for you to get a clear picture as to what's approaching. But you are soon able to figure it out. The rushing gales of wind that accompany the thunderous footfalls flare up and die down in swift succession... It would appear as if your initial concerns proved correct. That is the distinct sniff sniff sniff of a hound in search of prey.
You would certainly count!
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Winchester lay beside the stable entrance, lazily basking in its shade. Today, as have most days, has been an easy and uneventful one. No breakouts, no intruders to deal with, and the Miltanks Tauros and the like are hardly up to any trouble. He lets out a rumbling grumble and smacks at his muzzle as he reflects on his lazy day. He could do for a breakout or two!
Winchester turned his attention to the farmboy. The giant was holding an implement he had seen before. Once capable of making distant objects explode, or at least tumble down. He grunted, ignoring it. The female human seemed to be more concerned with her tiny flock. What perplexing creatures the humans are. Raising smaller versions of themselves and handling them like one might a fruit. He rolled onto his side and stared out at the farmlands, waiting for something worthy of his time to happen.
Eventually growing bored -and feeling the need to drop a bit of a load off- the hound got up and began to meander through the field. And as he did, he noticed something... off. An unusual scent wafted from somewhere along the field. He quickly pinpointed the source of the scent and went to investigate.
At last he saw it. It would appear to be one of the relics the humans leave behind from time to time. A see through plaything of sorts, and one with a distinctive scent. The Stoutland lowered his muzzle down, pondering what to do with it.
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You let out an involuntary whimper as the sniffing draws closer and closer, but manage to stifle your chatter just as the footfalls stop. After a brief silence, you are met with a deafening pop of sound coming from above. You barely stifle a scream. Soon a flurry of sniffs begins to reverberate from in front of the bottle, the leaf and dirt-grain barrier you formed in the front of the bottle beginning to erode . Looking through the see-through frontend of the bottle, you see not a distinguishable creature, but a forest of fur surrounding a black leathery nose that seems insignificant in comparison. Whatever canine is inspecting this bottle must be huge.
The canine's sniffing pauses. The creature whimpers, lifting his head to reveal a wall of black and grey fuzz. A big dog indeed... this can only be a Stoutland! Stoutland..a wise, almost gentlemanly canine known for rescuing people. You shouldn't be surprised that this is the sort of dog that found you. But what of the prospects of him actually rescuing you? Stoutland's recorded height of 3'11 is over fifteen times your current body height... and that's measuring the dog with it standing on all fours. The creature is practically the size of a barn to you, and his puffy fair makes him seem even bigger. This big boy's bulk likely requires a good deal of protein to support. He might not be too picky about what he eats. In fact, it might not even be a matter of pickiness. As an unwelcome varment scrounging off of the land, you could certainly be killed without staining the dog's conscience.
You lie there as the Stoutland ponders inspects the bottle, butting his nose against the opening, more grains of dirt beginning to flake off of your makeshift barricade. Eventually, however, the dog ceases his probing of the bottle, instead remaining stationary for the time being. The Stoutland eventually breaks the silence with a subtle, casual grunt. His intent, you cannot quite tell...
What on earth should you do now?
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