Any thoughts about the delayed reaction of the purple peanut butter are swept aside as the straps of your growing day pack pull you back onto your bed. The pack underneath your body becoming larger and heavier. Feet pulling upwards as your socks and shoes slip off. Oddly your shirt and shorts seem to stay with you in size as you fall backwards in a tangle of day-pack straps becoming slabs of giant flat ropes.
The sensation of tingling ceases. Leaving your to squirm around atop a field of heaved, black weave and straps curved like arches atop a landscape of bed. The ceiling and bedroom window looms off in the distance. Trying to get your wits about, you crawl over a mattress sized tag. The day-pack maker's tag a bit bigger than you.
You exhale, "That purple stuff did shrink me." This time you're bigger than a bug, but somewhat smaller than a mouse. At least most of your clothes shrank with you.
A massive tan and black shape erupts overhead and lands atop the bed. The day-pack you're on bounces upwards. Hanging on to the strap keeps you from being thrown off the bed. A gargantuan Max, muzzle looming above, parts cavernous jaws open as yard long fangs grip a day-pack strap. Max shakes the day-back, causing you to tumble off the day-back and onto frozen waves of bedding. The vast dog turns around. You roll sideways, avoiding a car sized hind paw impacting the bedding a mere shrunken foot away. The vast shape leaps off, carrying away your day-pack. Along with your peanut butter and the chocolate cake antidote!
Fearing the dog will bolt out of the room, you shout out. "Max!"
The dog's vast head periscopes above the edge of the bedding. Jaws gripping the day-pack.
To this day, you don't understand why you shouted out. "You dumb mutt! Don't leave me here!"
Head cocked, understanding running through the dog's eyes. A rumbling noise sounding like a laugh echos above you as the dog opens his jaws, dropping the day-pack on the floor. A vast, perspectively warped muzzle zooms towards you. Bristle lips parting exposing fangs framing a vast waterfall of pink zipping out like a front end loader.
The giant tongue slaps against you, drowning out your shouts.
***
Max's tongue scoops up the tiny figure on the bed. Jaws close. The German shepherd tilts his head upwards. Max lowers his muzzle to the floor, empty jaws snag the day-pack. The large dog trots out the door. Toe nails clitter clattering down the stair treads. The blaring TV masks the noise of canine paws pushing open a screen door and a dark furred shape darting outside.
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