This choice: Laura, the sister, steals the chip away saving the little bug. • Go Back... The tip of the continental corn chip where you are stuck, helplessly embedded in guacamole, is now passing between the boy's giant's teeth. More like calcite cliffs, they stretch on for what seems like miles above and below. Beyond, lays a pink tongue big enough to flatten a whole village beneath its wet mass. Knowing this is your last chance to escape what could become your prison for all time or the gateway to your doom, you struggle wildly against the green goo pushing in around you. No use. Though no doubt squishy to the giants, to you it has the consistency of wet cement. You close your eyes waiting for the bite, half hoping his molars come down directly where you are ending this horrific adventure once and for all.
The bite doesn't come, however, and neither does the absolute darkness which would have been precipitated by the closing of his jaws. Instead the chip is moving in a jerky fashion threatening to hurl you straight out of the green muck. Looking to the rear of the chip where the giant had been gripping it you still see a massive finger clamping down... but wait. Farther up the finger's red-wood girth you see a pink plastic ring. Your eyes pan even higher and you see extending up into the stratosphere a freckled arm and above that a red blouse flashing in the air like a fire storm. The giantess's face is nearly impossible to see from your distance; all that's visible are stray locks of her curly hair flipping past the ridge-line of her blouse. You infer from your erratic motion that she is running with you, but where to...?
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Laura snatches the chip before Jake can bite down rescuing the poor, defenseless bug. She then vaults off the picnic table and bolts ignoring both the shouts of Jake and the admonitions of her parents. Running down a nearby trail until her pursuer is temporarily out of sight, she takes advantage of a nearby tree and dives behind it pushing her back up against the base of the trunk and waiting until the coast is clear. She can hear Jake stop for a moment and imagines him looking around, angry that he's been robbed of his victim.
"Laura!" she hears him yell, "if you don't give me my chip back Mom and Dad are gonna ground you." Figuring this for a bluff but willing to accept such punishment in the defense of her insect charge, Laura remains hidden her breath hushed. Within moments her brother, never gifted with an exceptional attention span, trots off bored with the chase and Laura turns her attention to the chip. "Come out little bug," she whispers to it, "I won't hurt you." Squinting at the guacamole but seeing nothing but green she decides to probe it a bit with her pinkie to see if she can uncover the tiny thing.
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"STOP!!!" You scream at the descending finger but it is no use. To you her voice is as inaudible as comets crashing and to her your's is no doubt ultrasonic as well as microscopic. Drawing closer you see the pinky's tip complete with a nail the size of a hockey rink coming straight at you. Without any other option you dive down into the guacamole, but it is to stiff for you to swim far into in the split seconds available. When the young Goddess's finger touches down you are stuck upside down legs kicking awkwardy in the air as you attempt to swim down to safety.
You are jarred by an earth-shaking impact which forces you up into some tight crevice. When the green gunk around you falls away you see the world spiraling down centered around the chip and the giantess's small (on her scale) hand. You try to squirm out of your prison but find yourself pressed flat along the horizontal plane. Still not grasping your location your view turns up and is filled with the face of the giantess. Especially after the experience of nearly being eaten the close up view of that titanic face and puffy lips growing closer throws you into an instant state of panic. Swiveling in your prison, you turn around and squirm farther back into the tightening crevice. Only when your body pushes into something dark and gritty do you realize where you are.
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As Laura looks at her pinkie trying to see if the bug maybe stuck to it she sees the build up of dirt beneath her finger nail and makes a note to clean it when she gets home. Not seeing the bug in the smear of green on her finger she confidently sticks her pinkie in her mouth and sucks it clean.
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You turn about in your prison eager to escape the nail-grime and see the horror of her open mouth expanding to encase both you and her finger. It goes dark and you can hear a loud sloshing outside as her tongue no doubt cleans the exterior of her finger of avocado. For a moment you dare to think that you might be safe, but then a powerful sucking sound, the herald of your doom, fills the chasm around you and you feel yourself being helplessly drawn toward the outside.
Now desperate to dive into the dirt beneath her nail, you fight the siphoning force, scrambling back toward its refuge but it is to strong and draws you out from under its protection. Arms reaching out at the last second, you manage to grab hold of something preserving your insignificant life, for the moment.
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Laura draws her finger out of her mouth, unaware of the tiny, tiny man who is now kicking and screaming helpless upon an unclipped hang-nail. She takes a few minutes to scour the rest of the chip, but finds nothing. Not ready to risk the possibility that her little bug might still be in there she places it gently upon the grass instead of eating it. Then she looks about making sure she is all alone before...
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