Your height dwindles again. The door is stretching up real high now and you feel like you are something between a small toy and a bug as you stare at the multiple-story building-sized pot. The small breeze outside is feeling more like a strong gale with each small gust. It was warm outside but at this size it is feeling cold as your body is having a hard time retaining heat. You need to get inside for survival alone. You feel frustrated for choosing to be here so long. You feel that you could have found another way inside by now, but who knows, maybe not? Either way, all you can do is stay committed. Walking around the house might leave you at flea size by the time you find a way through another door, and that if you can safely get back down the porch steps at your current height.
You use all your strength to bang your fists in this gigantic door. You are losing hope when you feel the ground shake in a rhythm and then it stops as the door knob above you turns! The door opens inward and you see a ginormous female at the door. You make her out to be...
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