Francine Alice Frensky towered over Ash. Only eight years old she was at least 460 feet tall. She was humming the herself but Ash didn’t recognize the tune.
“Help! Help Me!!! Hey! I’m down here in your shoe!!”
Francine glanced down, but only to guide her foot into one of her well worn shoes—the one he was in.
“Wait! No! STOP!!!!”
An old worn sock covered the foot tightly, Ash could see distinctly the shape of her toes. He tried to run but she was inserted her foot quicker than Ash could run and he felt the crushing weight of her foot on his body. He was dragged to the toe of the shoe. As her foot settled in the shoe Ash was trapped under her toes. He could here her laceing up the shoe. Desperated not to end up being turned into a greesey paste he began kicking and punching her foot as hard as he could. He knew the odds of her feeling him wasn’t very good but he had no other options.
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