The hot days are the worst. When the sun beats down on my home it can
be unbearable. Against the cold it holds up pretty well, but in the heat of
summer, I miss the air-conditioning of the spacecraft, and I have to get out
into the world, no matter what the danger.

I shove my slingshot into my belt and put a few rounds in my sack;
glass fragments for killshots, 'stickers' for the stings, 'feather dusters'
for quick escapes. I'm very good with a slingshot; it's what keeps me alive.

I call myself The Hunter; I call myself that because there is nobody
else around to call me anything else. My name is (was) Barry, but I hate it,
so I don't use it. Barry is a stupid name; Barry never grows up. If you're a
kid, and they call you Jimmy or Bobby or Johnny, there comes a day when you
can ask them, 'Call me Jim or James or Bob or Robert or Jack or John', but
Barry isn't short for anything, so you stay a kid all your life. Staying a
kid stinks.

I have a dog named Chipper. He's a good dog; he's saved my life more
times than I can remember. Sometimes I think I should give him a new name,
seeing as I gave myself one, but Chipper fits him. He's a little dog, in
this world a very little dog, but he's smart and he's good company. When I
sit by a fire and Chipper is there with me and I'm petting him and we're
sharing a meal we've caught, I almost feel like a human being.

Many years ago - maybe ten or so - our spaceship went through a warp
or something and we crash-landed on this planet, a planet where everything is
bigger than it should be; here, we were smaller than Barbie dolls, more like
toy soldier size, which fits, because the adults ran my life like I was at
military school, except that they never taught me anything. There were seven
of us on board, and I was just a kid, so I was at the bottom of the heap. The
captain ordered everyone around, then came the co-captain, then the engineer
(who sometimes didn't obey, and did what he wanted, because he was a passenger
like me), then the two women and the Fat Guy (who didn't obey because he was
weird; don't get me started on the Fat Guy.) Everybody was in this like
constant bad mood, and all the bossing didn't help; I think that behind all
the orders, the real problem was that the people in charge were completely
incompetent. They didn't know how to get us back to Earth, and they knew that
was the only solution to our problem. I was the good little kid, little "yes,
captain, yes, sir, yes, ma'am, yes, Mr. Fitzhugh" helpful Barry, but finally I
got sick of it. What a useless load of crap it was, an incredible waste of
time.

I'll tell you another reason that everyone was always pissed; nobody
was having sex. I was just a kid when we landed, but soon enough I started
thinking about it, and I realized that none of the guys had like asked the
women if they would be, you know, like go steady or something. Well, the Fat
Guy asked, but both the girls said no to him; he told me they were lez-bows,
which means girls who like girls. Personally, I think he was just bitter.
Don't get me started on the Fat Guy.

There was a time when the co-pilot seemed to be sweet on Betty, the
stewardess, but the engineer got all upset, because like the co-pilot is a
Negro and Betty is white; I mean, if they like each other, what difference
does it make, but the engineer made a stink, and the captain backed him up.
Lots of stupid rules living with those people; I couldn't take it, and I had
to split.

You know, I'm not a kid anymore. I was as useful a member of the team
as any of the others, more useful when you get right down to it. We didn't
have any weapons on board, so we had to improvise. My slingshot was the only
long-range weapon we had, and nobody else could hit the broadside of a barn,
even though I tried to teach them. And besides, I was starting to get funny
feelings, and I couldn't stop thinking about girls. There were no girls my
age - except for giants, and let me tell you that is right out - and Betty
and Valerie were real pretty, but I was like always "little Barry", and they
could never get past that. The Fat Guy said that I would reach my sexual peak
at eighteen, and women reached theirs at thirty-five, so they would be perfect
for me; the Fat Guy told me a lot of weird crap, but like he was the only one
who would even talk to me about sex. I mean, the engineer had a girlie
magazine which he tried to hide - good luck hiding anything on that ship for
long - and I remember when I found it. It had pictures of naked girls in
swimming pools smiling, and curled up on bearskin rugs; I mean, where do they
take those pictures?

So one day, we were attacked by rats and it was bad; something has
happened to the cats - the giants blame us, like we could do something like
this - and rats are everywhere. The captain was badly hurt, nearly cut in
half, and the Fat Guy lost a leg. It was obvious that the others were going
to do everything they could to save the captain, while they were leaving the
Fat Guy to die. It's not like I blame them exactly; the Fat Guy was a real
pain in the ass. But it just so cold, I couldn't stand it. I packed up
everything I wanted - I took as much leather as I could, and a couple of
lighters, I took the engineer's girlie magazine, to heck with him - and
Chipper and I ran away. I mean it's not like these people were my parents or
anything. I left a note; it said, "Don't look for me. I hate you people."

So I found an old abandoned pet travel case on the far end of the park
and I made a home out of it. I put up some wire mesh screening to keep out
bugs - I hate bugs - and there's enough ventilation that I can use a fire to
cook what I catch. For a few months, I was mainly eating out of the garbage
the giants throw away, then I got a "job" killing rats in the alley outside a
restaurant. The dishwasher - his name was Orisio - saw me and said he would
give me food if I could kill the rats; his bosses knew about me, but looked
the other way - there's a bounty on "little people" - since I'm good at
killing rats. Orisio was about the nicest giant I ever met; he talked to me
like I was a person just like him. He used to give me food, and packets of
salt and pepper and other spices, useful stuff. (I use salt to help preserve
meat when I kill something big. Pepper is good for the 'feather dusters',
the rounds I shoot at giants when they get too nosy and try to catch me. I
put pepper and pollen and down feathers in little plastic bags, and shoot
them right in the face of the giants when they lean down to catch me; makes
'em sneeze every time. The spices make the stuff I cook taste good.) Anyway,
Orisio and I would talk when he took his breaks. He used to ask me about
Earth, and he told me about where he came from, a place that sounded great but
there wasn't much work so he came here. Well, after a few weeks, I came to
the restaurant, and there wasn't any food for me left out; I killed a few rats
just to stay in practice, but then the dishwasher came out and it wasn't
Orisio. He shouted "little people", and everybody in the kitchen came
running out, including the cook with a cleaver. Well, I used a lot of rounds
to get out of that, and not all of them were 'feather dusters'. Turns out
Orisio had snuck into the country, and the giants have a bounty on people like
him just like the bounty they have on people like me. I guess that's why he
was so nice to me.

Now I hunt, mainly small birds and mice, enough food for a couple of
days; I don't like killing animals that are more than a few days food, because
the corpse will always attract scavengers, who can be a real pain in the butt.
Sometimes I'll kill a garter snake, which is a very tough shot, but it's
really delicious and the skin makes a great leather. I also cook up some
seeds and leaves, which are very tasty. I draw the line at bugs. Sometimes
Chipper will kill a big beetle and eat it, but I can't even think about it.
A couple of times when I was with the others, they killed some grasshoppers
and ate the legs. The captain said it tasted kind of like lobster, and the
others agreed. I just couldn't; it's just too disgusting.

So, Chipper and I are out on this hot day, and we're exploring the
neighborhood, digging under fences and checking out the giant backyards. You
have to be careful that the giants don't have dogs, so you lie very still and
look around to see if there are any big dog turds around, or if you can smell
them. Dogs aren't as much trouble as cats; they bark first and try to scare
you. A 'feather duster' will slow them down or a sticker - which is made up
of bird bones and wax and hurts like anything, I can tell you - will stop them
for sure. Cats are quiet hunters, and they can be on top of you in no time
flat. At least, they used to be; some disease or something has wiped out the
cats. All in all, I guess I miss them. Cats are big and tough - as big as
elephants on Earth - but I'd rather deal with a single cat instead of a pack
of rats. Rats are relentless.

Well, this backyard has a little stretch of lawn, only about the size
of a football field, and a patio surrounding a huge swimming pool. The water
is so blue and cool and inviting, and it is so hot out I almost want to dive
in and swim, but if somebody saw me I would be a complete sitting duck. Heck,
I don't even know if I could climb out, the edge of the pool in so high.

So, I'm looking at the pool and trying to decide and enjoying standing
in the grass, which is cooler than the pavement, when a giant comes out of the
house, and she's a girl, I mean a woman or a teenager or whatever, and she is
gorgeous! She has bright blonde hair, and she wears it in bangs in the front
and it comes down to her shoulders then kind of flips. Her eyes are big and
blue and round and her face is kind of pouty, but in a nice way, in a pretty
way. Then she takes off her robe and she is huge! I don't mean she's a giant
- which she is, no, duh - but she has tits bigger than I've ever seen, even
bigger than the girls in the magazine. She's wearing a little yellow bikini,
and her tits are just bursting out.

Well, I'm like laying down in the grass, hiding but I'm like watching
her, I can't take my eyes off of her. She's got to be a good fifty yards away
and she takes out a bottle of suntan lotion and I swear to God, I can smell it
when she begins to rub it into her long legs and her tits press against her
knees when she bends down to rub her feet, and I tell you I can't stand it!
She is so gorgeous and so big, I just can't stop looking at her, and rubs the
oil into her legs and on her arms and her tummy and her neck and her face, and
then - I'm not kidding - she takes off her bra and starts rubbing her big
tits, smearing them with the lotion and I think I'm going to explode and I say
"Jesus!" under my breath, which I never say. My God, I think; this is one of
those places where they photograph girls! There's going to be a photographer
here any second!

Well, Chipper is pulling at my pant leg, and I try to kick him away,
'cause I just can't take my eyes off this girl and her big beautiful tits all
covered with sweet smelling oil, when an ant crawls over me and I scream
'cause I hate bugs - that's why Chipper was trying to get my attention - and
all of the sudden she sees me. Her mouth drops open and she's staring right
at me, I can feel myself trying to crawl backwards, which is stupid because
what I need to do is get up and run like H-E-double hockey sticks, but she
stands up and walks toward me, towering up so high, and I freeze like an idiot
- Chipper runs back to the fence, because he has more sense than I do - but I
just curl up in a ball, I don't even hit her with a 'feather duster' and her
big fingers curl around me and I can smell and taste and feel the hot lotion
all around me, and even though I am already too hot, it feels great and she
picks me up and smiles at me, a mischievous smile, and her big face and her
big tits are right in front of me, and I think I am screwed, glued and
tattooed, I am so stupid, and she begins petting me with the big index finger
of her other hand and giggling at me.

"Ooh, you must be a tough guy!" she laughs and I don't understand and
then she yells, "Jean! Come look what I found!" and I think I'm going deaf,
the sound of her voice is so loud; I cover my ears and turn away. Then
another giantess comes out of the house. This one - Jean - is also big and
blonde and wearing a bikini, really pretty but she like doesn't smile, she
just stares at me with her huge almond shaped eyes, and I feel like I'm some
kind of bug. I'm scared of her, but what can I do? The first girl is
laughing and showing me to her and she just stares.

"Where's his little motorcycle?" she says, and the big titted giantess
laughs again, and her beautiful tits shake up and down. Now I get what
they're saying, they're talking about my leather outfit, they think I'm a
motorcyle rider or a tough guy, and they think it's funny. "Where did you
find him, Merrie?"

"He was spying on me. He was hiding in the grass and then he made a
noise and I caught him. You're mine now, little man." she said and laughed,
and I felt like I was going to explode. My heart was racing and it was all I
could do to stay conscious, my dick hurt so much, but it was great. "You must
be hot in those clothes." she said, and she began to rip my clothes off me,
and even the other giantess, the one with the almond eyes and her hair in a
top knot begins to laugh at me as my jacket is stripped off me, then my pants
and there I am naked. My dick feels a little better, because my pants were
getting really tight, but I want the pressure so I grab my cock and begin
to pant hard, but Merrie takes her finger and forces my arm away from my body.
"Mustn't do that in public, little man; there are ladies here." They both
laugh at me and now I can't help it, and I start exploding, semen and sperm
and jizm starts spurting out of my cock as I sprawl out naked in her hand.

"It looks like your little doll has wet himself. Little men have no
stamina at all." Jean says, kind of disgusted, but Merrie laughs and coos at
me, and lowers her hand with me in it to her tit, and presses me against
her and begins to make sounds like she likes it. God, it's fantastic! The
first time I ever get to see a tit, get to touch one, it's as big as I am,
and so soft and warm and covered in lotion, and when I grab it and begin to
shove my cock against her, she makes these noises and her whole body rumbles
and I come again and again against her body, and she laughs and her friend
smirks and I come this close to fainting.

"You're rich now, Merrie." says Jean. "The Bureau pays a big bounty
now for little people; You hold him here and I'll make the call."

"No, he's cute. I want to keep him. It'll be fun." and Merrie holds
me up to her giant mouth and her tongue licks all the jizz off me and she
laughs again, and it feels like an earthquake. "He even tastes good." she
says.

Then all the sudden, Jean grabs me out of Merrie's hand. "You know,
the Bureau pays almost as much for them dead as alive. All I have to do is
squeeze, and it's 'lights out, little man'." She closes her hand around me
and I can't breathe, but the oil on my body makes it hard for her to grip me
and I slide out of her hand, but that's not good either, because it's a forty
foot drop to the ground at least, but Merrie catches me before I go splat and
she hugs me to her big tits again, and the smell and the warmth is great.

"Get your own! This one's mine." say Merrie, and Jean kind of shrugs.

"Even little men can't get enough of your big tits." Jean says, and I
can tell she's jealous.

"There's a big difference; this man has to do whatever I say, not like
those jerk friends of yours we hang around with." and she holds me up to her
face and smiles at me. "What's your name, little man?"

"I'm The Hunter." I say, and both of them laugh.

"I thought they had real names." Jean says, sneering at me.

"My name's Barry." I say, and I start blushing. I guess I can't get
away from it.

"Hi, Barry; my name's Merrie and this is Jean. You're going to be
staying with me now, and you're going to do whatever I say. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She squeezed me hard like she was angry. "Don't call me ma'am. I'm
not your mommy, I'm your master, and you're my pet."

"Yes, master."

"Let's play a game we can all play... I know, let's play catch." And
without another word, Merrie wades into the pool up to her waist, and Jean
wades in, too, standing about a hundred feet away, and Merrie throws me at
her, but she throws short and I land in the water, which feels great it's so
cool and clean, but no sooner than I get used to it, Jean's huge hand grabs me
out of the water and throws me back at Merrie. These two giant girls are
throwing me around like I'm a rubber ball or something, and at least Merrie
throws underhand, but Jean, who I think still wants to kill me and sell me to
the government, throws me overhand and sometimes I sail over Merrie's head
into the deep end - it's all deep to me, no duh - and Merrie comes swimming
out to pluck me up and throw me again. It's scariest when they try to catch
me, especially because Jean has long fingernails, and I'm afraid she'll run me
through, you know kind of accidently on purpose. Once Jean throws me hard
straight at Merrie, and Merrie kind of screams, and it sounds like a siren,
and she misses catching me but I bounce right into her tits, and it's scary
and great all at the same time. She throws me back and Jean catches me and
looks at me, you know, like I'm a bug or something.

"I know another game we can play. Something nice you can do for your
master." says Jean, and Merrie walks in close and she's laughing now. Jean
lowers me down to below Merrie's belly button and Merrie pulls her panties
down and I say,

"Jesus!" which I never say, because Merrie has hair down there! The
girls in the magazine didn't have any hair, and Jean says,

"It's time to make yourself useful, little Barry!" and I say,

"What do you mean?" and they both laugh.

"What do you know? I think he's a virgin." Merrie laughs, but I
thought only girls were virgins. But then she grabs me and begins shoving me
up inside her, and it smells weird, but I guess it's not so bad, and she
sticks me in feet first all the way up to my chest, and it's cool and damp and
the pressure feels great, but I'm afraid she's going to crush me, so I start
wriggling out and she starts moaning and pushes me back inside. Jean ducks
down to my level, and every time I wriggle out a little Jean laughs and pushes
me back in with a giant finger, and even when she pushes me in over my head, I
can hear Merrie start to scream and pant and it starts getting really hot and
really wet, and I don't know what girls do when they have an orgasm, but I
figure I'm about to find out. I hear her make these weird noises, and she
starts squeezing me hard, but I can still breathe and squirm and before I know
it she lets me wriggle out and fall into the pool, where it feels great and
she lowers her giant body down, and I swear to God, steam pours out of her
from down there when it hits the water.

Then Merrie picks me up out of the water, and holds me close to her
gigantic face, and blows cool on my cock, and it gets hard as a rock. "That's
going to be your job, little man. Anytime I want it, you have to go down on
me." Jean crowds in close and smiles. "You have to do it anytime Jean wants
it, too." and for the first time, Jean smiles at me. I wish I could say it
made me feel good, but she still scares me, but all of the sudden, Merrie's
big plush lips close around my dick, and she begins to suck hard and I scream,

"Jesus Christ!", which I never say, but I guess it's okay because the
giants haven't heard of him, and I feel my body getting ready to shoot semen
and sperm and jism again, and I grab ahold of her hair and she just laughs,
kind of chuckling with her mouth still closed around my aching dick and BANG!
I'm shooting again and it feels great and her big tongue is lapping up the
drops and I fall back into her hand exhausted.

Merrie giggles and says, "Virgins are fun! You get to teach them
exactly the way you want." and Jean just nods and smiles and then the
doorbell rings and I think, oh Jeez, it's the cops, somebody saw us, I am so
stupid, but right then I don't care, it feels so great to have a giant girl
suck on my dick like it's a straw and push me into her big tits and trap me
down between my legs, and I think, well, Barry, it's been a great life, but
now you are screwed, glued and tattooed.

So Merrie hands me to Jean and pulls up her panties and puts on her
robe and goes to answer the door. Jean stares down at me - she still scares
me - and she puts me on the glass table on the patio and takes the hair band
off the top of her head, and her hair falls down around her shoulders. "Now,
don't get any bright ideas, little Barry. Merrie will be bored with you
before sundown, and then she'll call the Bureau, and make a lot of money. I
won't kill you; you're worth more alive than dead. I just want to make sure
you don't try to get away." Then she pulls the table umbrella out of its
stand - it's the size of a telephone pole but she can pick it up with one
hand, it's scary sometimes how strong the giants are - and puts me next to it,
holding me in the same hand, then wraps her hair band around me and the pole
a couple of times, then slides me up the pole a little and shoves it back in
its stand. I'm like naked, and I think like I'm going to be burned at the
stake, and I am like so trapped, hanging there about ten feet up, and she just
leans down and snickers at me, like I'm some little mouse she just put back in
its cage, and I can only hope she's wrong about Merrie selling me to the
Bureau, but like I got myself into this by being stupid, and right now I don't
see how I'm gonna get out.

"Jeannie, we have company." Merrie says as she comes back out of the
house, and Jean puts her big body between me and the new person, and I only
get a glimpse of this kind of geeky neighbor kid, redheaded with freckles and
and big glasses, and he's carrying a plate of something. "He brought us some
cookies."

"Not for me, Merrie. I'm on a diet."

"Oh, come on, Jean; you look great."

"No, I mean it, I just look at cookies and I get big as a house."

I hear Merrie bite into something and go, "Mmmmm, chocolate chip. Say
what are the the orange bits?"

"Oh, that's something I whipped up." says the kid.

"I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name." says Merrie.

"My friends call me Genius."

Then I see Jean get a cookie. The kid is still hidden from my view,
but I hear him kind of giggling and I see Merrie walk away from him, and she
says, "It's kind of hot." And then her robe looks like it's shrinking or
something. It starts getting shorter on her legs and arms and then her tits
start bulging, and the robe rips, and Jesus! She's growing. Like she's
already a giant, but now she's getting even bigger, she's ripped out of her
clothes and now I can't even see her tits, the top of her body is hidden from
view by the umbrella, but she takes a step backwards and her foot lands in the
swimming pool and it feels like an earthquake and water is splashing
everywhere.

Just then, Jean turns around and she has this surprised look on her
face, and I can see she's starting to grow now, too. Her bikini can't hold
her and she explodes out it, and I get to see her tits now, too, but I'm so
scared now, it doesn't feel so great, and I'm trying to get my arms loose so I
can get the H-E-double hockey sticks out of there.

Now I can see the kid, who is giggling and gawking and he thinks this
is the funniest, funnest thing in the world, but I'm a little older than he
is, and if I could scream at him, I'd tell him to run, but the band holding me
to the pole is too tight, and he couldn't hear me anyway. It's funny, he's
like a giant, has to be sixty feet tall at least, but when Jean wraps her
humongous hand around him, he looks like a toy. I can see that she is holding
him very tight, she's down on one knee then she stands up, and I can only hear
her voice, it's like super loud and it echoes from everywhere. "YOU SHOULD
HAVE LEARNED SOME MANNERS, GENIUS. YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED US BEFORE YOU USED
US AS GUINEA PIGS. NOW YOU'RE THE SIZE OF A GUINEA PIG TO US. YOU KNOW WHAT
BIG GIRLS DO WITH RUDE LITTLE BOYS? WE PICK THEM UP AND THROW THEM AWAY."
Then I see Genius' body crash back down to Earth, WHAM! and his glasses are
broken, and I guess he's dead, because he couldn't have survived the fall, and
suddenly I get myself free, 'cause it's like not a game anymore.

"THAT LITTLE CREEP TURNED US INTO FREAKS, MERRIE."

"THINK ABOUT IT, JEAN. WE HAVE A WHOLE WORLD OF TOYS TO PLAY WITH
NOW."

"BUT WE'RE NAKED."

"ARE YOU AFRAID SOMEONE IS GOING TO RAPE US? HA-HA-HA! OH, GOD!
WHERE IS BARRY? WHERE DID YOU PUT HIM?"

"I PUT HIM ON THE TABLE, BUT WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE. THE COPS
WILL BE HERE SOON."

"I JUST WANT TO SEE HIM."

Well, I've been picked up by giants more times than I can count, and
you kind of get used to it, but when Merrie, who has got to be more than 500
feet tall, picks up the giant table I'm standing on like it's a piece of doll
furniture, and I climb up hundreds of feet in like a half a second, well, I
don't mind telling you I was scared.

"HA-HA-HA! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. I CAN STILL SEE HIM. HE'S LIKE AN
ANT OR SOMETHING." says Merrie.

"PUT HIM DOWN, MERRIE; HE'S NO USE NOW. WE HAVE A CITY FULL OF
LITTLE MEN NOW."

But Merrie is like completely fascinated with me, and I get the
feeling she won't hurt me, not intentionally anyway, but I'm still shaking
like a leaf as she stares at me with her enormous blue eyes and her giggles
sound like sonic booms. "I KNOW WHERE HE'LL FIT." she says, and she starts
to lower the table away from her face, which is as big as a building, and now
her giant tits are coming into view, the two of them together are as big as a
football field and she lowers the table down to her big brown nipple and it's
bigger than I am, and the part that sticks out is as tall as I am. She takes
the umbrella off the table like it's one of those things they put in drinks
and lets it fall to the ground so far below I can't even tell how far it is.
"@!#$ ME HARD. SHOW ME WHAT A MAN YOU ARE, BARRY." she says, and the sound
of her laughter, which shakes the glass in the table every time she speaks,
shatters the glass, and I grab onto her tit for dear life, and I am so scared,
and I can't believe it but my dick is hard, she is so big and so beautiful and
her hard nipple feels so rough and her big tit feels so soft, and when she
smiles and makes those kissy sounds at me I explode again and again, and she
just laughs at me, and God! Jesus! this is great. She drops the table and
pushes me into her titanic tit with her finger, and she's smothering me I wish
I could stay there forever, but I hear sirens far below, and she picks me off
her like I'm a piece of lint or something and she bends down and drops me into
the pool, she can't even tell she dropped me about forty feet, she's so big it
only seems like a few inches to her, and she giggles again and the ground
shakes, and she blows me a kiss and like half the water in the pool spills
out, I swear to God.

Over the fence, I hear the sirens and somebody is shooting at Merrie
and Jean, and I can tell Jean is like super pissed. "WANT TO PLAY COPS AND
ROBBERS, HUH?" she roars. "LET'S PLAY HOPSCOTCH INSTEAD." and she jumps up
and lands on one of the police cars, because the ground rumbles, and the crush
of metal sounds worse than when our spaceship crashed, and the giant screams
are deafening. "TAG, YOU'RE IT!" she laughs, and the body of a giant flies
over the fence and over the pool and into a yard past this one. Jean is
crushing everything in sight, kicking seventy foot giants like they're rubber
balls or something, and smashing their giant cars and houses like they were
made of tin foil and balsa wood, and I'm am like so grateful Merrie found me,
because I would be like so dead right now if Jean found me instead.

The two super giants walk away, and the cops follow them, which is
kind of stupid if you ask me, but I swim out of the pool, and I find my
clothes and Chipper is okay, he hid through the whole thing, and I tell him
he's a good dog and a smart dog, which is true. Then I look at the dead giant
kid, and I look at the cookies, a couple of which are still on the ground. It
must be those orange bits, I think; that must be what did it. And I just sit
there, and I look at the cookies and I try to think, and it's real tempting.
There's definitely enough for me and Chipper, and even enough for Valerie or
Betty, or maybe both and I wonder if the dead kid's clothes would fit me if I
was a giant.