You briefly contemplate crawling down into the depths of the hay pile or rushing to a better hiding spot, but quickly discard the idea. Hiding in the deep in the hay will almost surely land you in a cow's maw, and If you're to wind up getting swept up into the possession of a female you'd rather that female be a human! Running is an option, too, but if the ladies find you , your attempted escape surely won't win you any favors with them and might just cause them to instinctively chase you down and trample you.
And if you do manage to evade them, then what? You haven't scouted out the area. You don't know if there are hiding spots, and rushing outside of the barn would be near suicide. You don't know what's out there, you can be certain that a maze of grass and a massive ecosystem of predators awaits, and you can be almost certain that a farmdog or too won't be too far away, ready to entertain itself at some dumb bug's expense.
That's putting it lightly.
The only immediately apparent option that leaves is to surrender yourself to the milkmaids...no. There's a word for tiny creatures infesting barns, and plenty of them are about your size: varment. Even if they do see you they may confuse you for a pest, and if not, are you really content to let them do with you as they pleas? Instead, you devise another plan. You grab your lighter and for a brief moment contemplate setting a fire before realizing just how phenomenally stupid that would be. instead, you wait for the right moment before tossing the lighter forward. Sally-Anne yelps in shock as she catches a tiny glint of light reflecting off ot he lighter. THUD . THUD. THUD. Her enormous boots tread their way across the floor, drawing closer and closer to the lighter...and to you. They pound out louder and louder sounds as she draws near.
Sally-Anne's boots come to a halt right in front of the haystack. She squats down and turns her attention over towards where the lighter fell. Given just how small your own body is, it shouldn't be a surprise that your lighter is damn near impossible to find, especially on a floor as dirty as this. Now's your chance! You climb out of the hay pile and begin to make your way down. "Ya find it! Was it a varment? " The distant woman cries out as you make your descend. "Nah...not yet. Thought I saw something but nah." KTHOOM. KTHOOOM. The stomps of Sally-Anne's feet send frightful reverberations around you, rattling the hay and sending you onto your backside. Unable to keep a solid footing, you tumble down the slope of the haystack until your progress is halted by a few jutting straws. When your motions come to a halt you are lying on your back, looking up at...
The face of Sally-Anne! You freeze in fear, realizing you've been seen. The woman briefly does a silent double take a she looks at you, then quickly regains her composure and sends her hands down towards you, fingers dirtied and coarsened by manual labor. Not wanting to startle her (and, to be frank, still too afraid to move) you lie there as her fingers seize around you and hoist you skyward, right before her eyes"I found it. It ain't a varment. Looks like a toy or somesuch. Someone musta dropped atop the hay and it fell somehow" You grimace as she effortlessly carries you into the view of the older of the two women.
"Think it must be one of Max's toys." Sally-Anne hypothesizes. The older woman shakes her head. "Nah. Max might love busting up bugs, but the boss usually gives 'em somethin worth chewin on. " Sally-Anny pinches tighter around you and lowers her hand down, resting it beside her hip, shifting you about without realizing what a frightful flight she's putting you through. "Then what is it? You reckon one of the others brought their kid's toy to work by mistake? Shandra said she always drops her girl off at daycare before work..." Another valid hypothesis. "Nah. Choking hazard. " Another hypothesis shot down. "Reckon we'll just let it rot in lost and found and ebay the lil thang if no one claims it....though I betcha I could crush it in one swift step."
Threats notwithstanding, you have mixed feelings at the prospect of being in lost and found. It could be a treasuretrove...or an inescapable prison, depending on its contents and your aptitude at escape. Your thoughts are cut short by the older woman's voice. "Sally. Let me look at it." You find yourself getting dumped onto the palm of the older woman's hands. She quickly seizes her fingers around you and brings you up above her formidable but, in front of her face. She squints as she eyes you. "No...I think I know what this is..."
Could it be, could she have realized you're a tiny person?
"Sal, you know how this farm gives those there horses at the stables ornaments to go on their tails? beads and feathers and such?" "yeah?" "I reckon this here is one of 'em. Seen one just like it. Like a cheap army man. Sal. You're good with the hores How bout you get it back where it belongs. WHAT?! She think's you're some sort of worthless trinket!? You scream and thrash with rage, but all your efforts amount to little more than an annoyance to her. "Ha. Be careful . This one seems to be automated. Gotta hold it tight! If it keeps up this fuss ya might just wind up crushing it in 'one swift step." She laughs before bringing you back to Sally-Ann, who quickly seizes you in her clutches.
Before you can fight back, Sally-Ann quickly unbuttons the big pocket of her dungarees, sending you tumbling down into the confines of the enormous overall pocket and landing beside an enormous dog treat. You briefly look for an opening as the two finish up their conversation, but find no convenient way up...the only opening would involve you making a mighty climb upwards. Her pocket might not be buttoned up, but the shear scale of it is doing a damn good job of keeping you trapped inside. Right. They can't have tiny little trinkets like you falling out when they're not mean to, can they?
Before you can commit yourself to climbing, you hear more booming thuds as Sally-Ann presumably stomps her way out of the stables. "Hawright little thing. Let's getcha to a horse so I can getcha sitiated on a tale and you can get onto your job and outta my hair" She says, laughing at herself under her breath for treating the little plaything as if it were a person. THUD. THUD. THUD. She stomps her way along the field, the panting of a dog soon drawing near. Before you can respond, the woman sends her fingers down once more. Oh no!
She seizes you in her grip and brings you before the muzzle of a gargantuan border collie. "What? You lookin for this?" She says, gazing down at the curious dog. "Well it sure would be easier letting you have it and just pretending I put ya in the right place. No one's gonna check....but...nah. That wouldn't be right." She says before dumping you back into her pocket, earning whimpers from the dog. Her fingers reach down and grab the dog treat, quickly tossing it into the field to placate the hound. With a sigh she resumes her trek towards the horse stables. If you just do nothing, you'll almost surely wind up tied to a tail!
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