Dollipop
II had been profoundly affected by the carefree attitude that Miss Woodfield
was taking with his well-being. He thought back to when they were returning
from their visit to Colleen’s house, and remembered the exchange of words which
had passed between them:
“I’d feel a lot
happier about our relationship, if I knew you wanted to take a lot more care to
make sure that you won’t need to eat me one day,” he said, as a way of directly
raising the subject.
“I can’t be
worrying about that all the time,” said Frances, “I was able to replace
Nathaniel with you, and lots of boys have crushes on me. If I need to, I can
easily replace you with someone else, although I’ll have to ask Colleen to make
me another machine, or perhaps instruct me on how to make one, while she
supervises with a giant magnifying glass, since her hands will be too big to do
the task herself.”
From
that moment on, he had decided that he needed to escape her. He’d never thought
of a way to do it before. However, that was probably because his heart simply
wasn’t in it. She had left for school, and he was up in her bedroom, sitting on
her bedside table next to the window, looking at the birthday card that she had
given him. She had opened it for him, as it was full sized, on the day that she
had presented it to him.
Dollipop
II folded it into the shape of a hang-glider and used her nail file to poke two
hand holds into it. He dragged it to the window ledge, and then pressed the
electronic window switch to the open position. The window began to open. He
waited until it had fully opened. Then he knew he had to time things well, if
he wanted to gain the maximum advantage from his desperate gambit.
He
pressed the button to the close position. The window began to close, and would
not stop moving until it was shut.
He
quickly launched himself out of the window, while he still had enough space for
the hang-glider to make it through, and flew from Colleen’s upstairs window,
over her garden, and up into the air further, as a sudden wind gust carried him
higher. He did his best to take advantage of it, knowing that he would be much
further from Miss Woodfield’s house than he’d expected, before he started to
drop.
He
flew and glided on the wind current until he came to the public gardens, which
seemed like the best place to land, as he was finally losing a lot of height.
He made a gradual descent into garden, and stepped out to gain his bearings.
A
lady walked into view and picked him up and swallowed him without a word. It
had all happened in a few seconds. First he’d been on the path. Then he’d been
sliding and sliding down her throat, and he was now in her stomach.
Brenda
Leesil couldn’t help wondering what had been causing all these reductions in
young men’s sizes.