*bites.. a hole.. in her pocket.. falling.. falling, down, down*
Ok, yeah.. you get the picture. And then the wind whipped through my hair as each step she took, with me clutching a cute little toe, was like miles.
Up I crawled.. slowly.. not to disturb (although I.. am quite disturbed.. yes I am).. up until I pry the win from the other pocket.. then blows away in the wind...
*later, he is back to his giant size.. no more of this tiny stuff.. too stressful*