Trivial Pursuit
by BIGWoman




Late one afternoon, I was working at the computer and thought I saw something dart across the floor. Sheesh, I was surprised when at my exclamation he ran with great gusto across the floor and out of harm's way. I laughed when I realized it was another tiny man loose in my house and wandered over by the bookshelves where he'd run; to see how cleverly he'd hidden, these little ones can be very sly, on occasion. Seems he'd hopped over a copy of some Shakespeare and dropped down behind the books.

I took down a Trivial Pursuit game, and pretended to keep looking for him. When he thought he'd gotten free he peered out from behind his book to see two huge legs looming up above him.

"Blimey," he said, "The Redwoods grow big around here."

"Blimey??????" It was all I could do not to laugh, and give my game away. Thinking himself safe he peered out again and saw that nothing was moving (I froze, because tiny people seem to not notice us if we hold still). "Must have been trees after all," he whispered and gingerly hopped back over the book onto the floor.

While he wasn't looking, I quickly open the game's box, and droped the lid over the wee running man. Just in case, I put a foot on it, to hold it down. Even at my size, I could hear his yelp as his world suddenly went black. I was a bit worried I'd hurt him so I lifted the edge of the box, a tiny bit to peer under it. When he spotted light pouring into his world again as the box lifts, he darted toward the opening and rolled over and out. He looked up and screamed. I moved the box, and dropped it on him as he was frozen in fear. There came another yelp as his world suddenly winked black again.

I couldn't help it I smiled and sat down; considering what sort of fun I might have here. He actually pushed the box above him causing it to lift slightly!

"Oh no ya don't!!" I put my foot on it to hold it down.

I could hear the scratching as he tried pushing the sides instead; he investigated all the sides, in the dark, looking for anything other than sturdy cardboard. I laughed, but kept an eye on the box. My little captive found a torn corner and started to rip the cardboard away to make a hole big enough to slip out. I heard the ripping sound and sat still to watch. He was smart, I had to give him that. He lay down and stretched his neck out of the hole to look around. When he looked up to see my foot planted firmly on the box lid he looked up even further and froze. As our eyes met, I smiled, and whispered, "Well, what are you trying to do here?"

I could just watch his thoughts go around; first considering the distance from the box to the bookcase; then wriggling to make the hole just a little bigger, all the while captivated by my stare. This was too much fun! I lifted the box slightly, releasing the pressure on him. But I didn't count on his tiny reserve of cleverness. He pulled his knees to his chest (unseen from outside the box) and then propelled himself out quickly, made for the bookcase.

With a slow bend at the waist I reached out to simply pin him to the floor with one fingertip. He was quick and rolled to one side; I missed only once then used my palm, to hold him down.

He kicked wildly against the palm, pinning him down. "MMMMMMM! Little one, I like when my toys have some 'spirit'!". He wriggled and kicked some more; he hit with his one free hand against my fingers.

To get a better look at my toy I stood him up, within the circle of my two hands. He twirled around, taking in the wall of flesh all around him, but I opened a gap between my thumbs, for a tease. When he saw the gap he shocked me by running in the opposite direction, then vaulting over my hands. He landed awkwardly on the floor, but stood up to run toward the bookcase again.

I couldn't help but laugh and enjoy the unexpected leap. I set the box lid in his path but he just circle the box lid and made for the door instead, stopping (very briefly) for a breather just as he reached the door frame.

I saw his direction and was glad that his chase for freedom took in exactly the direction I had in mind. I knew that as he rounded the door frame and ran along the wall he'd see a door ajar on the other side of the corridor and I hoped he'd head for that. I jumped up, and two steps took me out into the hall where I made sure he headed in the 'right' direction.

I stomped as best I could so he would hear thundering footsteps behind him and zig zag across the corridor towards the open door. I stamped on the floor behind him, to hurry him up. Those tiny steps take so long to cover any territory at all!

I suppose I stomped a bit too enthusiatically because when he felt the ground shake behind him; fearing the worst, he lay down with his hands over his head. With a giggle, "NOW, you start being scared...isn't it a bit late??". I gave him a push with my toes. He rolled over and once again stared straight into eyes then realized something was not quite right when he saw me grinning at him. I watched him gauge the distance to the open door, and holding my stare he suddenly hopped up and bolted through the door before I could even blink.

"Silly little man." I take two more steps, following him into the bedroom, and slam the door behind us. I see that he had stopped inside the door against the wall, panting. He looked up.... and up... and up....and gasped! I stood, letting him look but carefully staying close enough that he couldn't bolt past my feet. He tried to dart for the gap behind the wardrobe but I put my foot between him, and that gap. Amazingly, he hurdled over my foot and landed on the floor just in front of the wardrobe. "SHEESH!" I grabbed him, turned, and tossed him onto the bed. He staggered around on the shifting surface of the bed - size of a football field it must have seemed to him. He staggered to the side of the bed and leapt off. I flopped onto the bed, and reached over the side, to grab him in my hand, then flipped onto my back, holding him overhead laughing at his kicks and struggles.

I smiled, and brought him to my lips, to kiss him, and then giggle! He wriggled, trying to work himself loose. "Hey! I was being nice, but I don't have to be nice!" I squeezed him in my hand. As he felt his whole body compress in my grip - he started to shake and kick more violently.

I slowly squeeze harder and moan when I feel his bones starting to crack, but I drop him onto my belly, letting him rest a bit. He continued kicking and wriggling, unaware that I had let him go. He stopped suddenly, realizing he had another chance! I raised my head, to watch, to see if was still intact. He turned this way and that, obviously considering his options then darted off sideways, falling off my belly and onto the bed beside me. I rolled on my side, facing him and lay my arm on the bed; corralling him there.

The toy ran along the length of my arm. I reached over with the other hand, taking him into the palm, lifting him. He started his kicking and struggling routine again. And then a stupid thought hit him like a light bulb being switched on – so the fool lowered his head and bit hard into my finger. "OUCH!! DAMMIT!" I gave him a heave across the room! So that he slammed against the wall near the wardrobe and slid down the wall, only barely conscious. Poor little guy staggered on all fours towards the wall; groggy and aching; crawling forward into the gap between the wardrobe and the wall.

I stood there sucking on the Ouchie on my hand, considering. "I could just push the wardrobe up against the wall...and be done with this annoying little guy! Well, hell, he was kinda cute in a tiny sorta way". Instead of that, I found a broom, and swept him back out into the middle of the floor where he rolled over and over until he was flat on his back in the middle of the room.

The incredible little man looked about him and promptly headed off in the opposite direction from the broom. I was just about finished being amused now, and this one was getting on my nerves. "Well well well, little guy....if you won't play nice I'll have to find another use for you". And I swept him back over to my feet.

Without a pause he ran again - this time in the opposite direction - back towards the bed. "Enough of this!"...I swept him back one more time, and grabbed him and carried him out the bedroom door.

Can you believe this, the fool bit my finger again, and it really pissed me off! I turned my hand over, so his head was hanging down. "It'll be a bit harder to bite, now!"

I watched him struggle, and held on tight. But he craned his neck upwards and sank his teeth into the flesh of my thumb!

"SHEESH! I can't play with you like this! You have gotta Chill Out!" And with that I opened the freezer door, tossed him in, and slammed it shut!

I left him there for about a hour, then pulled him out to check. "HHHhhhmmm, not ready yet

Finally he was ready when I pulled him out so I peeled his clothes off, more or less like peeling a grape while in amy big bowl. "Ppurrrrrrfect! I was hoping you'd curl up for me". He was partly curled up plenty small enough to pop in my mouth. I pushed him around with my tongue, savoring the taste on my tongue.

I slid him between my teeth; pressing down.

I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, and popped him back against the soft palate. At that, I swallowed convulsively.

He tried to wrap his hands around the sides of one of my molars, but his feet got toooooo far back, I gagged slightly, and swallowed again, this time feeling him slip down my throat.

It's really hard to say which was 'nicer' the chase, or the SNACK!!!