Original Author: The Black Mamba
You pick up some of the farmers one by one with your fingers, and place them all in your left hand. Miraculously you did not harm any of them, except that they moved at incredible wind-breaking speeds as they moved towards your gigantic hand, which would take around 10 minutes to walk across.
"Are you mad?" one of them shouts at you. "You almost killed us! Be extra careful when you handle someone microscopic to you!"
You couldn't hear him, and start moving towards the city, again breaking the sound barrier. There are no good grips on your hand, so your movement caused the farmers to slide. Four of them fell off your hand, but you caught all of them in fast reaction time. Thinking your hand was no longer safe to them, you place them in your shirt pocket, accidentally causing the farmers to have another long fall.
Just as you were about to continue moving, you find another farmer dangling off your pointer. As you pick him up, you were about to drop him in your shirt pocket like everyone else, but then an idea came to you.
"I need your help," you say to him. "Convince the city that I won't harm them."
"How could you evading harming an entire city, much more than five farmers?" he replies.
"I'll stay outside the city if I must. Get them to believe me."
Transportation by a woman 5 miles tall wasn't the best method, but he could do nothing but agree for the safety of his own life. Yet he seemed calm. Looking closer at his face, you notice he was the same farmer you ordered him to bring you the baskets of apples. He seemed like a courteous gentleman.
"I'll try... as long as I don't get the shirt pocket treatment," the farmer says.
"What's your name?"
"Kris. Kris Johnson. And what shall I call you? The Mile-High Woman? The Colossal Chick?"
He called me a woman and a chick, you think. You remembered Bonum. "The wish has multiple meanings," she said. You supposed she made you grow old and grow taller. Multiple meanings indeed. But you were only 8-years old. How will you adjust to the real world, which was full of hatred and discrimination?
"Call me Daisy," you say to Kris.
"Daisy... that's ironic," Kris says, trying not to laugh. "We should get moving."
"Got it."
The clouds above you were starting to thin, so you stood up to your full height and moved at full walking speed. You are unaware that you were making the farmers deaf. Finally you reached the city. Screams and calls for help came immediately as you stood by the city line. The city wasn't as big as the major cities of the United States, as you were as tall as it was wide. But it was overpopulated. The tallest skyscraper was slightly taller than your big toe. And even your toes could flatten nearby buildings.
Forgetting about the other farmers, you set Kris down to tell the public that you won't hurt anyone. You didn't hear the entire conversation, but when you picked up Kris again, he told you that they can't trust you. They said you could flatten the city in minutes.
"Which means, little or no food for you," he continues.
"Let me think..." you reply. After a couple of minutes you reply...
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