It had been a wild party and Ben blinked his eyes blearily in the glare of the sun. He'd passed out in the garden and was not too surprised that no-one had woken him. He was hoping they hadn't drawn all over his face though.
Something was wrong! This wasn't the garden he's fallen asleep in! All around him strange green trunked trees rose far overhead creating a canopy which through down green tinged sunlight onto the rugged terrain all around. What was this?
Unknown to Ben he and almost everyone else in the entire world had been shrunk to minute size. The 'trees' were blades of grass on the lawn he'd fallen asleep on. The other guests were scattered around the garden and house all tiny and confused, some waking on vast sofas, some lost between the fibres of now huge carpets.
Almost all had shrunk. Somehow the host, Michelle's nine year old twin daughters were still normal sized, as was their neighbours' kid, Stacey. Would that be a help or a danger? Right now Ben knows nothing of this. He's in a strange jungle and hungover. This is by anty definition a bad start to the day! Does he head to his left (towards the fence to next door's garden) or right (out into the lawn)?
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