Author's Note: Wow, I almost forgot about this story. *ducks guilty looks* Sorry. Well, here's some more!
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Chapter 5 ~
The hair on her arms stood up and she nervously started to walk away. "If I don't see who it is, they can't do anything right?" she muttered to herself, beginning to wish she had just stayed in that claustrophobic little room. It may have been small, but she was safe. Or at least as safe as she could be in this strange place.
Stress continued walking and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the footsteps die away. "Phew..." She stopped for a second to catch her bearings. When she looked up she found herself facing a large white house. "Wow, nice house. I wonder who lives here?" Unfortunately, though, she didn't have long to wonder because, as she approached the white picket fence around the house, she heard someone call to her. "Sarah?!"
Stress turned around abruptly, wondering why someone was calling her Sarah. Standing right behind her was Davey, the agitated bunny! "Sarah, what are ya doin' outside o' da house?" he asked, staring right at her.
She was about to argue that he was a loco bunny when she decided that the argument would be useless. "I don't know."
"Well, Sarah, I seemed ta misplace me shoit an' newsies hat. Run inside o' da house an' fetch me some new ones." Davey started hopping in place as he pointed up the walk towards the house.
Stress rolled her eyes at his antics and began to walk towards the house. "He's treatin' me like his slave." she muttered as she opened the front door and entered the house. "Wow, for a bunny he lives awfully well." Gaping in awe at all the cool looking rabbit things in the house, Stress went up the stairs and entered what she believed was his bedroom. After looking in the large door marked "closet", she found a large stack of freshly laundered blue button-up shirts and brown newsie hats. Grabbing one of each from the piles, she shut the closet door and began to make her way out of the bedroom.
"What's this?" she said to herself as she noticed another bottle of red liquid sitting on his dresser. "This doesn't say 'drink me' like the other bottle, but I'm so thirsty. And besides, I hate being so short. I want to be my height again." After Stress had finished talking herself into drinking the bottle's contents, she downed it. "Blech-- That stuff is nasty." She tossed the empty bottle to the side and headed down the steps. "And nothing interesting happened at all!"
Just as she was about to open the front door to Davey's house so she could give him his clothes, Stress felt a strange tingle go through her body. "Oopsie, spoke too soon." she muttered as she grew ten times her size-- again.
Considering she was inside a rabbit's house when she enlarged, it was no wonder that she was now trapped. And, with her gigantic foot pressed against the door, no one could come inside the house either.
Meanwhile, Davey was getting a little bit nervous. "What is takin' Sarah so long ta get me shoit an' hat?" He hopped over to the door and tried to wiggle it open. "What da --- Aahhhh!!" When Davey had turned to peek in the window of his home to see why his door would be jammed, he came face to face with a surprise. Stress' huge arm was hanging out the window! "Snipes!"
"What's da mattah, boss?" a deep-voiced kid walked around from the back of the house, a cigar in his mouth.
"Snipes, didja steal Race's cigahs 'gain?" Davey asked, forgetting about the arm for a moment.
"Naw, I found 'em fer a quartah somewheah."
"Oh, O.K.. By da way, what's dat?" he asked, gesturing towards the arm.
"Why, dat's an arm, boss." Snipeshooter puffed on his cigar and walked over to the arm.
"Who's evah seen an arm dat big befoah?" Davey asked, scratching his head.
"No one, I'se shoah, but it's still an arm, boss."
"Well, I don't want an arm stickin' outta me window. Get rid o' it!"
"Me, boss?" Snipes asked as he tossed his cigar onto the ground and pointed at his chest.
"Yeah, you'se. Ya ain't 'fraid,
are ya, Snipes?"
"Naw, I ain't 'fraid but I'se too tiahed ta remove such a big arm. Big pokah game wit' da fellas last night."
"What's goin' on, heah?" Boots questioned as he walked by the house, conveniently carrying a ladder.
"Boots, I need ya help! Put dat laddah up 'gainst da wall." Davey instructed.
"What fer, boss? An' what's dat?" Boots asked. He had just noticed Stress' arm sticking out of the window.
"Will someone please help me out of here?" she called.
The three boys ignored her yell. "Boots, I need ya ta go up dat laddah, climb in da chimney, shimmie down an' see who's in da house."
Boots thought about it for a second. "O.K." Boots shrugged his shoulder and scurried up the ladder.
"I don't think so," shouted Stress as she positioned her other foot inside the chimney. Once she felt Boots right above her shoe, she kicked.
"Aaaaahhhh!!" he yelled as he went flying into the air and landed just outside the picket fence in Davey's front yard.
"Boots, are you'se O.K.?" Snipes asked as he and Davey rushed to Boots' side.
"It was awful! I went down the chimney like the boss said ta an' once I got inside sumting kicked me an' up I goes."
Davey shook his head. "Well, in dat case I guess deah's only one t'ing left ta do. We'se gonna hafta boin down da house."
"No, you don't. You are not going to burn down the house while I'm inside!" Stress yelled, banging her hand on the ground outside.
Once again, though, the boys ignored her yells. Each one picked up a handful of flammable pebbles and threw them through the window.
"Ouch, stop it. That hurts!" she shrieked as the pebbles pelted her on the face, the arms and the torso. She stopped shrieking when she noticed that once the pebbles hit the ground they turned into cupcakes. "Mmm... Cupcakes..." She maneuvered the one hand that was still inside the house over to where the cupcakes lay. Picking up a few, she tossed them inside her mouth and swallowed. "Mmm... Yummy cupcakes."
Then it happened again. All at once she began to shrink until she was only barely a few inches tall. When she noticed her shrunken state, Stress hurriedly ran from the house. She didn't want to be around when they noticed that they had burned down the house for no reason.