Too late! Before you can decide, the gargantuan 7 year old comes waltzing inside, with a cup of juice in hand. He makes his way towards a small table and chair, directly in your line of view. You attempted to jump aside, hoping there was enough time but you accidentally wound up running face first into a toy soldier that now lay on its back. You backed away, but the sound of his fallen toy caught his attention. Just when you thought you were discovered, he continued stomping forward until his left sole hung directly above you. Before you could react, his elongated toes *thoomed* over your entire body, covering your miniscule form with every thick wrinkle. The heavy ball was like a cheesy meteor, collapsing onto and simultaneously crushing your frame into the carpeted floor below, before the rest of his foot covered and silenced your existence. He then twisted his foot left, dragging the entirety of his form with him, followed by twisting to the right, seemingly looking for the sound of his fallen toy soldier. The boy finally looked directly down, noticing now half of a soldier sticking out from under his other foot and giggled. The Child picked it up with two toes and dropped it among a pile of soldier carcasses before stomping away and back towards his table. With each step and *thoom* however, you were taken along underneath him!
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