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Chapter #4
A little pet
by: Unknown
You sit there for a while and just nurse your pain-filled arm. You had taken quite the hit when you got kicked by that humongous shoe. You are amazed that your arm wasn't broken, to tell you the truth. Meanwhile you start to look around your lit surroundings. The glass walls are steamed up from breathing so you bend over and wipe some condensation off to look out. Looking back at you is an eye almost as large as you re tall. You panic and back up only a couple of feet though because the room was rather small, about 10ft x 10ft.
Then, as you sit against the far wall hoping the monstrous eye would go away, the glass ceiling was lifted. You hear a thunderous voice speak. 'Good, you're alive and awake.' Your glass prison is tilted and you slide out to land on a massive hand. Looking up, you behold your gigantic science teacher: Mrs Treman. She is a pretty, late-forties woman with blond hair and brown eyes. She is presently busy setting your glass box back down on her dresser. Returning her attention to you she begins to smile again.
'I just can't believe it. One minute I'm walking down the hall and then I feel a little bump against my big toe and then there you are sprawled out on the floor. I couldn't just leave you there to be stepped on by someone else so I picked you up and took you home with me.. Can you talk, little man?'
You can't speak, you were just too overwhelmed. You try to stand, but then just decide to scoot on your bottom across her palm away from her face. She regards this with amused enthusiasm and cuts off your further progress by bringing down her other hand and cupping it, effectively corralling you within a cave made by her soft hands.
She brings her massive face very close and whispers: 'Don't be afraid little one, I'm not going to hurt you.' Then, looking up and over you, she has a thoughtful expression. Moving now she took you both over to her bed and kicked off her heels to lay upon her bed. Keeping you trapped by her arm she tilts her hand and deposits you on her soft bed spread. She brings her face down and places it upon her hands and lovingly regards you again. You must have seemed like a very cute pet for her so you think you need to get things back on the right track so to speak and prove to her that you are intelligent and in need of her help.
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