You begin to wave and scream at your mom as she heads towards your direction to no avail. You lose your grip and fall back into the forest of grass when your mom's black high heel shoe crashes next to you. You look up and your mother is standing right over you. You look up and see her legs stretch for miles into the darkness of her pleated dress. Her other shoe lands next to you as you realize she is still walking. You quickly grab onto the heel of her shoe and grab her ankle bracelet. Your mom eventually stops walking and squats in front of the ant hill, her shadow casting over the ant hill.. She looks around for a minute to make sure no one is watching.
"The coast is clear!" her voice booms when the agents from before emerge from the ant hill with megaphones. "Thank you for your cooperation ma'am!" one of the agents says. "Without your firm's shrinking tech, our investigation into the shrinking instances and for letting us use you backyard as our base of operations." "No problem," says your mother as she looks down at the miniscule agents, "What's the status report?" she asks. The agents tell her that they have found a 5th victim, but he refused to go with them. "We've questioned the others and each one seems to have the same story of seeing a bright light and suddenly shrinking to 1 inch tall," the agent says.
Meanwhile, still hanging onto your mom's anklet, you are in shock of what you heard. Not only does your mom know about the shrinking incidents, but that she had been working with the FBI. Putting aside the fact her company developed shrinking tech and that the FBI had been using an ant hill for their operations in your own back yard this is all too weird. "Okay gentlemen, that will do for tonight," your mom's voice booms, "Contact me on the usual line if anything else comes up." The FBI agents nod their heads and once again head into the ant hill.
You don't trust the FBI agents, but since your mom knows what is going on you decide to stick with her. You jump and grab a hold of the skirt of her dress. When you get a firm grip you feel your mother standing back up. You hold onto the edge of her skirt for dear life as you are thrust into the air.
Your mother begins to walk back into the house as you hang onto the side of her dress. Each time she moves her leg you violently sway back and forth as the fabric of the dress moves. You try to climb higher up, but look down and see how high you are. Once your mother is back into the house she stands by the counter for a minute, waiting for her tea to be made. You take this moment to climb higher up her dress. You thank yourself that she is wearing her pleated dress as you use this to your advantage and make your way up to her waist belt and debate if you should go higher or take a breather.
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