Carefully - ever so carefully - you sneak your diminutive form past the monolithic form of the left foot of the girl seated behind you.
The toes, those dreadful instruments of destruction, move, but you are well away from them, and safe. Taking your time, you are able to stare up at the bare expanse of her leg, stretching into the heavens above you. It's an awe inspiring sight.
You pass several more giants and giantesses on your journey, each as godlike as the last, and each no problem to you as you carefully make your way to freedom.
Your mind is whirling with thoughts of the titans around you as you walk. To you, they truly are deities, able to kill you on a whim. To them, you are a lowly insect, worth only a moment's notice to be ground into a stain. You'd better keep out of their way.
At last you reach your objective, but the mountain before you bears no relation to the small mound that you left earlier. Your bag - and mobile 'phone - are in there somewhere, but how will you find it?
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