Crushed Under Mother's Clogs.pdf

Timmy had always been fascinated by insects and small creatures. He often spent hours watching ants marching in line and imagining what it would be like to shrink down to their size.

One day, Timmy found an old shrink-ray gun in his father's basement workshop. It looked like a toy, but when he pressed the trigger, a blue beam of light shot out. Curious, Timmy aimed it at himself and fired.

ZZZZZAP! Timmy suddenly felt himself shrinking at an alarming rate, down and down until he was no bigger than an ant. Clothes and clothes flew off as his body compressed. The basement became enormous around him, exposed wires and pipes towering like skyscrapers.

"Aaahh! It works!" Timmy shouted excitedly. But his voice was now a tiny squeak.

Knowing his shrinking spell would only last a few minutes, Timmy needed to get out of sight before his mother returned home from work. He scurried on his tiny feet towards the door crack. The hardwood floor became a vast desert. Towering baseboards loomed like mountains.

Timmy barely squeezed through the crack just as he heard footsteps approaching from the other room. His mother was home. He had made it just in time, shrinking himself by the front window and scurrying underneath the living room carpet.

Under the carpet was a whole new world. Woven fibers formed a dense jungle ceiling. Dust bunnies and hair clumps became rolling hills. Timmy climbed atop a lost Cheerio, surveying his new bug-sized domain. It was exhilarating!

Just then, THUMP THUMP THUMP. Shockwaves radiated through the fibers as heavy footsteps paced across the floor above. Timmy gripped his Cheerio for dear life. The vibrations grew stronger until suddenly...

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Timmy's world erupted into chaos as his mother's weight crushed down upon him from above, her hard wooden clogs smashing through the carpet ceiling. Timmy heard a sickening crunch as one violet clog crunched into his leg, pulverizing it beneath its hard surface. Searing pain shot up his spine.

"Mom! Help!" Timmy squealed, but it came out as a silent ant whisper.

His mother stepped again and again, unknowingly crushing her tiny son under her feet. A clog smashed into his chest, collapsing his lungs. Another obliterated his head, his dying thoughts scattered to the ether.

Timmy's vision went black as his body was obliterated under his mother's oblivious wooden soles, never to be seen again - just another tiny speck of crushed matter amidst the carpet fibers. He had experienced the ultimate high of shrinking down to bug size and paid the ultimate price, crushed to death by his own mother.