You, Amelia, and James are all in the living room arguing with each other when your youngest sister comes down the stairs, carrying a strange gun in her hands.
"Oh, wow!" She says. "Look what I fwond."
The three of you looking over to the steps see that Sarah is pointing a strange gun at you all. "Bang, bang, bang." She says, acting like she is shooting some bad guys. Soon, you begin to feel dizzy and a strange light starts to surround you and your two other siblings. Oh, no! Sarah pulled the trigger and the three of you are shrinking down to the size of your pet mice. With no one to stop her, Sarah could do whatever she wanted to your pet mice or even worse, you!
"What in the hell just happened to us?" James asked.
"We've shrunk down to the size of gerbils!" Amelia says.
"I don't think you should mention any kind of small animals," you warn." You know how Sarah is about that."
"Oh goody goody, now I have some dowlys to pway with," Sarah exclaims.
Reaching down, Sarah grabs the three of you and heads up the stairs to her room, stepping on the gun along the way.
"Ouch," Sarah says. "Stupid gun!" Sarah kicks the gun out of her way with her foot and continues walking up to her room.
When she got there, Sarah shut the door and placed the three of you on her table.
"We are gonna have so much fwun," she says running to her closet.
Being a four-year-old girl, Sarah loved to wear dresses, make-up, and heels. After a few minutes in her closet, Sarah comes out wearing a sapphire-colored dress with sparkling stars embroidered, and some black kitten-heels that her mother got her for her birthday. Sarah hated wearing socks, tights or anything with her shoes. She always complained that socks always fell down in her shoes and that the tights made her legs itchy. Even when wearing her tennis shoes, she would refuse to wear socks.
"What do you all think?" she asked, seeking the approval of her miniature siblings.
"Sarah," James told her. "Unshrink us and we will play with you, okay?"
"NO!" Sarah said, stomping her foot in anger. "I don't want to. I wike you all wike dis. We are gonna do what I wanna do and wight now........."
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