Matt sprinted across the floor toward the cave-like entrance of his overturned sneaker. He climbed into the shoe and turned to look back.
The huge cat, attracted by his dash to the shoe, came rushing toward the sneaker.
With a squeak of fear, Matt raced toward the toe section of his sneaker. There, in the dark, the inch-tall-teen cringed in fear. He saw the cat's huge paw rake the interior of the sneaker.
He also became very aware of the stench permeating his surroundings. "Do my feet always smell this bad?" Matt said, almost gagging.
He strained to listen. The cat no longer thrust its paw into the shoe. Had the feline gotten bored and given up the hunt?
He really felt small now. Reduced to cowering in his own sneaker, he chided his stupidity in testing his formula on himself.
Maybe he should get out of the shoe and try to reach the antidote.
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