Clara gathered the things from the table and stored them away. "So, what do you want to do?", Lea
wanted to know. "Have you looked outside?", Clara suggested, "It's such a beautiful sunny day.
How about we go sunbathing for a bit huh?" "Sounds good.", Lea said with a yawn, "I could use a
nap. Haven't slept all night because, you know." "Let's not talk about it anymore for now, okay?",
Clara looked at the tiny girl on the table. Lea retunred her look. "Okay.", she said.
With Lea in her hand Clara crossed the terrace and stepped onto the lawn. Her deckchair was
waiting for her right in the middle of it. She put Lea down on the chair and went to the garden shed
for a pillow and a stool for Lea to rest upon.
She deposited the pillow on the stool and the stool next to the chair. When she turned around her
butt was hoving in front the chair and Clara could hear Lea gasp.
"Shut that off, silly. If I was going to sit on you I wouldn't take the trouble to build you a throne.",
Clara said. It was intended as a joke but Lea apologized seriously: "Sorry, Clara."
"Don't be.", Clara said, "I will have to learn how to not intimidate you with my size. If you fear me
it makes me sad. I want you to be my friend."
Lea looked much happier. Clara scooped her up and put her on the pillow. It was indeed a beautiful
day. The sun was hot, the grass was green and the flowers were blooming in red, yellow and purple.
Clara took a deep breath of the exciting smells of the garden. She sliped out of her shorts and tank
top.
Clara didn't mind sunbathing in underwear or even naked. The neighbours houses were far away
and there were trees and bushes obstructing the view. She decided to not go naked though, she
wanted to spare tiny Lea from having to look at her crotch. Anything that reminded her of last night
was to be avoided.
Even now, in underwear, Clara could see Lea giving her fearfull glimpses now and then.
"So", Clara said laying down her deckchair, "tell me about these 'flower-bed-tribesmen' that John
was talking about. Do they live in my garden?"
Lea yawned before she spoke. The 'flower-bed-tribesmen' were another tribe of mouse-people. They
had driven the now called 'house-tribesmen' out of the garden when they arrived.
Their tribe was larger in numbers and they faught a little more eagerly, according to Lea. There had
been a few skirmishes with them. With spears and clubs. The house-tribesmen lost and withdrew
from the garden.
"What do they eat here?", Clara wanted to know. "Well", Lea said, "they can hunt insects like snails
and bugs or larger stuff like...well..mice, frogs, that sort of thing. They also feed off the vegetables
you grow here."
Clara made a note in her mind to scotch that. "You know, back when we ruled the garden we never
had food shortages.", Lea continued, "We dug caves in the earth where we stored the food over the
winter. It was much better..."
With a yawn Lea felt silent. Clara leaned over to her and saw that the tiny exhausted girl had fallen
to sleep. Smiling, Clara caressed the the little girl's back a few times before leaning back and
closing her eyes.
The sun felt nice on her skin. She thought about how tiny and helpless lound mouth John had
looked when she had put him on the floor. Her left hand stroked her crotch and she bit her lip.
After half an hour of sunbathing Clara peaked over to Lea. The little girl's dark eyes were shut. She
was getting some well deserved rest.
Clara looked around in the garden. 'Flower-bed-tribesmen, uhuh.', she thought, 'Let's find out how
much you can take.'
She stood up and strolled around the beds but the only thing she could find were tiny foot steps on
the soft top soil.
When she came by the salad she took some more time to search. She was brushing through the
leaves when suddenly a tiny man ran from under the salad. He was quick. He made his way to her
right towards the dark part of the garden, under the old apple tree where Jasper had piled the billets
of wood.
Clara ran after him and she was quickly getting closer. As the tiny man felt a tremor right behind
him he made a cut to the left and slid beneath a leaf that had fallen from the tree.
When he had made the cut Clara had stepped over the man. She came to a sliding halt and looked
where he'd gone. A moving leaf caught her eye.
Smiling she towered over it and let her foot decent upon it slowly. Pushing down the leaf with her
bare foot she could feel there was something moving underneath. She had him.
Thinking about what to do with him she decided to statisfy a curiosity that she had had right from
the beginning. A quick glance to the deckchair to assure that Lea was still asleep and she focused
back to the man beneath her foot.
Clara playfull put a little more weight on her unfortunate victim and she could feel him struggle.
Just a bit more, the struggling increased. And more, the struggling ceased. She let go a bit and he
squirmed again. This was fun.
Feeling evil Clara increased the pressure on him once again. A bit more this time. And more. And
more. With an audible squelch she put her full weight ontop of him. The grin on her face just
couldn't get any wider. This was awsome and it made her so hot.
She let her weight rest upon him for a little bit longer before using her foot to push the leaf aside.
There he was. It seemed that his body had partially flattened and had partially been driven into the
soil. His dead empty eyes stared to his right side. One could still make out his features clearly just
that his torso and head were wider, flatter than they should have been.
Clara followed his gaze. There, next to the shelter with the wood was a tiny mouse hole.
Conveniently, there was the scoop that she used for repotting lying right next to it.
A glance back to the deck chair, Lea was still asleep, and Clara began shoveling.
A male shout and a female shriek was heard from the mouse hole as she dug a little deeper. Clara bit
her lip with anticipation.