When I awoke, I lay on my back, and everything looked really huge.

The nearby bed towered over me like a skyscraper. A wooden stool seemed to be as tall as the Sears building. My first thought was that the child had injected me with hallucinogens.

I rolled over and noticed I wasn't wearing any clothes. My raggedy robe lay on a pile next to me, looking like it were something big enough to use as a tent.

Only when I tried to stand up did I realize how truly wrong my situation was.

My legs didn't bend right. When I brought my body to a comfortable elevated position, I discovered that my arms didn't actually leave the floor.

When I turned my head, I saw that my body had a rounded eggplant shape, and it was covered in black hair.

I swore, but it came out as a confused grunt.

In a panic, I ran back to the living room, screaming for help. It came out of my mouth as a pitiful "Weeeeee!"

No one answered.

Seeing the door still hung ajar, I bolted through it, glancing back and forth at my elephantine surroundings.

It had been confusing when I was my regular size. Now I was completely lost. I screamed again.

"Weeeeeee!"

An angular yellow face popped out of a nearby bush, its narrow pupils studying me as it licked its lips.

I'd seen a cat flitting about earlier, but had thought nothing of it until I shrank. Now its presence filled me with a terror I had never before experienced.

I let out a horrified grunt, diving back into the house.

As quick as I could, I squeezed my body beneath a dresser and hid there, watching breathlessly as the yellow beast poked its head through the doorway.

With thunderous growls, it padded around the room, sniffing every which way until it found the dresser.

The head lowered to my level, its narrow slits coldly regarding my little eyes.

With a shudder, I backed further into the recess, as far away from the legs as I could manage.

A large paw swiped at me, but it couldn't reach far enough.

The cat laid on its side, putting more of its shoulder into it.

A claw poked me in the face and raked across, drawing blood.

Already against the wall, I could only shriek in fright.

So this is how it ends, I thought. The cat's going to hack me to shreds, so I can either flee and get eaten, or bleed out and die and rot beneath this dresser.

I preferred rotting, so I held my ground.

"Row?"

The cat went flying across the room, aided by a giant green hand.

Suddenly I was looking at a massive warty face, framed by a golden ruffled collar.

"Mikey!" it shouted in a loud voice, reminding me of fairy tales about stupid ogres. "You hurt!"

I shrieked.

"Mikey!"

"Emily?" I said.

Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. "You call me Emily!"

I waved a tiny paw at her. "I'm a guinea pig! Why shouldn't I call you Emily?"