"To what?" you say
"You heard right, now, start massaging or I'll make you witness things worse than death itself" you don't remember tinkerbell being this evil, but you don't want to anger her. She sat in a wooden chair and raised one foot. You ran to her feet and started massaging. For you, her feet were huge, bigger than your head. You become afraid at the thought of how tiny you must be. Also, her soles are covered in dirt, nearly colored black, fairies walk barefooted on dirt all day, so.
She smiled pleased, you went massaging her feet for an hour or so. Then...
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