This was a bad idea, and you knew it. A ridiculously bad idea, like the worst anyone has ever had in the history of ever. But, you were hungry and hunger often drives people to do mad things. From your hiding place in the hedge, you looked out at the house before you. It wasn't the biggest house you had ever tried this at...only one story, and rather suburban-y, but...most of those other homes' owners weren't carnivores. Giant, vicious carnivores that would consider you little more than a bug at best, and a bite-sized snack at worst. You were small, very small...and you had always been this way, as far as you could remember. Whether you were born this way, or ended up shrunk, you couldn't remember. But this was your life, being a minute little survivor who rummaged about the homes of normal sized people just to get what you needed. You generally stuck to the discarded things that they threw out or absent-mindedly lost. It was easier that way, less chance of something horrible happening to you. But, as of late, that had been becoming harder and harder as winter drove people inside and, for whatever reasons, animals had started stalking your usual haunts at the park and around a nearby alley behind a restaurant. And they weren't really keen on sharing the territory, oh no...and after nearly ending up in one's stomach, you decided it was best to try elsewhere. That had ended you up here, starving, a little cold in your now ragged patchwork clothes, and desperate for something, anything to eat and drink., meaning that no matter what you did, you'd have to deal with some very awake Tyrannosaurus Rex. Three, you think...two woman, and one man. Then younger woman and man spent most of the day outside the house, but the older woman was always inside doing...something. You don't know what, but hopefully it was something that would keep her distracted. You just needed to grab enough to keep you alive for a week...a few crumbs, bits and pieces of food that they wouldn't even notice.

Rustling of the leaves around you made you instinctively hug yourself tightly to keep what little heat you had within you protected from the cool breeze. In the dim yellow glow of the street lamps, you studied your target one last time. It was a simple one story house that formed a sort of L shape, with windows into each room and a wooden fence blocking off the backyard that you wouldn't going in. It wouldn't be hard to get inside, as you had done a little scouting and found they usually left the kitchen window open a crack, enough for you to crawl inside. But, only during the day. Speaking of day, as if on cue, the cold night started to give way to a chilly dawn as the first cracks of orange light crept up over the horizon and began to silhouette the various houses on the residential street. The street lights beyond began to flick out one by one as a result, leaving the street shrouded in a mix of retreating night darkness and approaching daylight shadows. It was time to get moving. You adjusted your pack one last time before setting out from the dirt into the neck high grass beyond. You walked rather than ran as each step was a little tough, for the lawn's roots poked up through the soil and offered tripping hazards. It's not like the fall would hurt you or anything, but being dirty and cold and hungry just seemed too miserable to you. Plus, tripping and falling now would be a bad omen, because if a little grass could stop you...then vicious tyrannosaurs inside certainly would. Your target window was on the other side of the lawn, close to the front door...you would have hidden on the other side, but there was only a fence that didn't provide any cover. So, the long way it had to be. Speaking of the long way, based on your speed and size...you estimated it would take you at least an hour and a half to get to the front stoop, which then you'd have to climb...but, that'd be easy. It was the part after that you were likely going to be feeling in the morning. Another gust of morning air waved across the grass and into your very bones. You pull your rags a little tighter before rubbing your arms and legs with your hands, trying to conjure back a little of that warmth. It fails. Even if you hate the frosty air, you admit you found the whispering of the grass as the wind blew across it to be rather soothing. It almost made you forget that you were traipsing closer and closer to the haven of the meat eaters. Almost.

By the time you had reached the path that ran up to the door, the sun had reached up from behind the houses opposite you and claimed a spot above them where it could brightly gleam down on your. The warmth it provided was minimal but it was still very much welcome. The cracked and dirty concrete slabs that made up the path were a little taller than the grass and you, which of course means you'll have to jump for it. You rub your hands together and few deep breaths in and out. One, two, three! You push off the ground with all your might and land your hands right on top of the edge of the pavement Using a few cracks and dents in the side of the slab, you foist yourself up and give a relieved sigh as you stand victorious. Well, that wasn't as difficult as you might have thought! A rumble from your stomach told you this was no time to rest however, and quickly you were back to marching towards your destination. Without the roots to trip you, you could pick up the pace. In fact, you kind of had to. To get over the seams between the pieces of pavement, you had to take running leaps if you didn't want to have to scramble for a grip when you landed. So, you moved a little faster and worked a little harder to get to that giant door. The warmth on your back continued to grow as the sun rose, and you had rather relaxed by how eventless your journey had been by the time you had just about reached the step up to the porch. Not even a lizard creeping up or bird swooping down to try to make breakfast out of you. Maybe this was going to be easier than you thought! The moment that thought began to creep forth deepest recesses of your brain, as if cued by an unseen force, the front door before you opens. And from it, one of the residents partially steps out. A female tyrannosaurus, clad in the uniform of a soldier...at least, she looked the action figures of soldiers you had seen.

“Understood! I'll be back at eighteen-thirty. Make sure you don't forget to take care of mother, Little Red!” Even at this distance, the words roared in your ears like jet engines. But you didn't let the pain of listening to them distract you from watching her movements, you couldn't let your guard down. The woman gave a salute to whoever she was speaking with before turned to head down the path...right where you were standing. The moment the distant booming of her combat boots started, you burst into a sprint in the opposite direction...only to stop in your tracks as you noticed what appears to be a particularly large beetle of some kind crawling up the side of the path. It was big and black with twitching mandibles that seemed to be...hungry. And, of course, the bug was creeping towards you at a surprisingly quick pace. See, this is why you should never tempt fate! Running back will get you stepped on, running forward will get you eaten by an insect...and running to the side has fifty-fifty of both. All of these for a few crumbs...was it too much to ask? Okay, okay, just keep calm, you had done stuff like this before. You bolted to the side opposite the beetle, and it skittered after you. Just keep mo-oof! Your foot slips into a chip in the pavement and suddenly your sprawled out on top of the concrete. You look behind you just in time to see the beetle a matter of feet from you, its mandibles clicking as its two big eyes staring you down apathetically. You kick and try to push yourself away, because you'll be damned if you're going to be a bug's snack! But your backpack scraping into the ground slows you down, and just as its about to pounce...BOOM! The boot of the tyrannosaur slams down mere inches from you, the impact blowing you back and nearly off back onto the grass. It's by the purest of luck you catch a handhold and manage to stay on, staring at the spot where the beetle had been as your heart tries its best to burst out of your chest. The dinosaur remains utterly oblivious to the new gooey and chitinous stain on her boot sole as she casually walks on and whistles some military cadence. A stain that could have also been you...

It is only when the Rex's thundering footsteps become merely distant rumbles that you pull yourself back onto the sidewalk in a slump, halfway between laying and kneeling on it. You take a few breaths in and out and in again, trying to make your pulse slow down and just remind yourself that you are alive. Alive, and still hungry...you would have expected a scare like that to force the hunger from you, but no. It still twisted and gnawed at your gut like some rabid animal clawing into your stomach lining. With everything that has happened, a little gear check is in order. You reach back your hand and press against your pack, trying to gage whether anything had fallen out. Based on the lumps you could feel and their sizes, you were still good to go. Thank goodness. As your willingness to proceed finally returns, you give one last glance towards the remains of the beetle marching towards the step up to the porch again. A concrete cliff face covered in dust, dried soil, and crevices formed from years of wear and tear. This was your next obstacle, but...after facing a combat boot belonging to a giant dinosaur, this seemed rather tame in comparison. Your eyes traced the surface of the step, running over the various handholds and the paths they made in order to calculate the best route. The result was less than ideal, but you could make it. It would be a zig-zag path, at one point requiring you to leap between two hand holds that were a fair distant apart. But it would lead you to the top in only about ten minutes, if you kept up the pace. So, it was time to get to work. You marched right up to that wall, and sank you hands into the first couple holds. And then you began to climb. No looking down, you kept telling yourself. It would only end badly as you dug your hands into the pavement higher and higher on the wall, leaving the ground far behind. The sun continued to beat down upon you, now more of nuisance than a comfort. The heat distracted you at times from your efforts, but you just pushed through it. Keep on going, you knew you could do it!

By the time you reach the jumping point you are about three quarters of the way to the top of the step. ...At least, that based on your mental map from the ground. You refused to look down to confirm it and jinx everything. It's not that you were afraid of heights, more...you were savvy how these things tended to go. Still, by the burning in your arms, it was apparent that it was a decent way up. But you couldn't stop. Not now, not until you reached the top. So you turned your focus onto the cracked ledge in the stone. You would say it was a good ten feet out of your reach, but if you really jumped this, you could just make it. Breath in, breath out, stay focused...don't panic. You had done this dozens of times, not like this was any different. On three...one...two...LEAP! You flung yourself across the gap and scrambled for a handhold on the ledge. Your hands find their holds, only to have the ledge crumb beneath your grip just enough that your right hand slips. A frustrated groan escapes you as you do your best to keep your hold and avoid ended up a splatter on the hard ground below. Once you are certain you grip can be maintained, you begin swinging yourself back and forth. Higher and higher you swing on your now aching arm until you just get high enough to grab the ledge with your other hand again. This time, your grip sticks. With that little emergency over, you return to your stride and get back to climbing. Slowing now only brings more risks. Up and up and up you climbed, your muscles and bones begging for you just to just stop one moment. But you didn't listen to either, because the pain in your stomach far outclassed them both.

A wave of relief washed over you the moment you reached the crest of the step and pulled yourself atop it. Oh, how your whole body burned like you were an ant under some cruel child's magnifying glass. You wish that was it. You wish it was simple enough that you could crawl under the door. But there were spaces that were too small for even you to fit in. Thus, came the third climb of the day....and the biggest: scaling up the vines next to the kitchen window to get onto its sill. Fortunately, this one would be far simpler. Due to the nature of the fines, it would require less mountain climbing and more shimmying up stems and ducking around leaves. Though the beginning would still be one heck of a climb...might as well get it over with as quick as possible. Gathering the vestiges of your strength, you sprinted across the stoop of the massive house. You getting stepped on now because someone else came out after you coming so far was not going to happen, no way, no how. Your eventless arrival at the vines indicates that the universe, at the very least, is biding its time on its desire to see you horribly killed. Okay, okay...stretch a bit, try to get your muscles to relax. All that was required was for you to get inside, then you can rest a bit before trying to find the food. Find a place to hide and then hunker down for a bit. You would say until everyone was asleep, but the pain in your gut told you that your body wasn't willing to wait that long. The vines are long and thick, about the size of what would be a log to a normal sized person. As one would have, one such fine grew right onto the wall above the stoop, and within your grasp. Well, you already knew that, technically. You had scouted the previous night to ensure this all would work. It's not like you were some incompetent who didn't bother to think things through! With a determined smile and a nod of your head, you grip the rough, bark-like stem and pull yourself up onto it. Then, with a bit of effort, you begin crawling along the top of the curving stem like a scurrying feral rat. But he further up you went, the steeper the incline of the plant became. Finally, your shimmying ended and instead you returned, once more, to climbing. Again your limbs protested, but your adrenaline dulled the pain enough to keep you going.

It was late morning by the time you finally reached the window sill and were able to set yourself down on weak legs atop the clay balcony-like structure jutting from the wall. It took every ounce of energy left in your body not to simply collapse right then and there. Instead, you shambled to your left to the window. Just as planned, it was cracked open just enough for you to slip inside. Shambling over to the ledge overlooking the sink, you carefully lower yourself down before taking in the lay of the land. The kitchen is not quite what you expected, but it works better to your plans. Rather than the typical open air kitchen that involves you having to find cover that completely obscures you from someone walking by, it's a closed off room with three counters interrupted by a stove, a refrigerator, and a door respectively. Cabinets that did not quite touch the ceiling lined most of the space above these counters, minus above the sink, and these...these were your targets. It was within their confines that the foods you sought, the ones that would be easily stuffed in your pack without being detected, were located. A few crumbs, maybe a piece of cereal...or...wait... It was at that moment that a very important fact clicked in your head. A very super important fact that, despite knowing how lived here, had not occurred to you until now somehow. A very super positively important fact that utterly derailed your plan to acquire simple to carry foods: you were in a house of carnivores. Carnivores. They didn't eat plant matter, they can't digest it properly. Which means...no breads, no nuts, no bits of fruit or vegetables, no cake mixes, no bits of chocolate, no nothing but refrigerated meat. A stream of obscenities runs through more mind as you collapse to your knees and place your head in your hands. Dammit! All that time, wasted...and you sure as hell didn't have the energy to go back out the window and find another house to borrow from. This was it, you were doomed...trapped inside a house filled with giant dinosaurs...wait!

The thought stirred forth an ancient recollection from the dark, dustiest corners of your memory. It was years ago, when you first tried scavenging from houses like this. You had stumbled into the humble abode of a strange couple: an herbivore and a carnivore dating one another. A triceratops and an allosaurus living together in harmony...if they were happy, you suppose you couldn't fault them. But that didn't really matter. In the process of scrounging in their cabinets you had come across something that was, well, rather absurd. Chir-Os Cereal...a horrible name for a cereal brand, and it a demonic off-model chirostenotes that gave you nightmares for weeks afterwards...but, anyway, that doesn't really matter. What matters is what is was, a specially made cereal created with what were highly unhealthy synthetic ingredients meant to mimic the taste of cereal while still being edible by carnivores. Using part of a paperclip that you had acquired from some trash, you had managed to cut a hole in the box and bag to acquire some of the stuff...it was textured like cardboard. But, it was food so you couldn't exactly complain. ...There was a chance, even a small one, that these Tyrannosaurs' had some of this cereal in one of their cupboards. And if they did...if they really did, then there was something you could get to and eat. But first...you needed to rest. Just a ten minute power map, enough to regain your energy. Pushing yourself back to your feet, you glance around at the counter you are on. A few feet in front of you is the sink, and you don't want to sleep anywhere near that. A bit to your left is what appears to be a rack for storing carving knifes...not exactly the most desirable thing to rest behind, but at least you were pretty sure that it wouldn't be touched this early. Good enough! You stumbled along the tile countertop towards the wooden object, nearly tripping on the spaces between tiles a few times in the process...nearly. The moment you were behind the knife rack, you tossed your pack to the floor and fell on top of it, the patchwork object transforming from a container to a pillow in seconds. Second, during which, you drifted off into the land of dreams...


“-told you I won't make it to practice!” The booming explanation violently thrusted you out of your dreamless sleep and back into the waking world. Panic overtook you for a moment as your mind tried to remember where it was and whose voice that was...the pain in your stomach brought back recollections of everything.

“Yes, I did!” The voice continued as you wearily pushed yourself into standing position and dragged your pack back onto your shoulders. Now there was one of them in the kitchen. This would only make your attempts to climb up to the cabinets even more enjoyable.... "I totally did!" On your very tip-toes, you slunk over to the corner and poked your head out. Pacing back and forth in the middle of the kitchen, with a cell phone pressed to his earhole, was one of the other Tyrannosaurus...and he was big. Very, very big. “I sent you a text this morning, just after I took over taking care of mum.” His head swivels in your direction as he makes another round of pacing, and you quickly duck back behind the rack. A pause filled the room that seemed to try to choke the air out of your lungs. “I did send it, your phone is a liar!” You breathe a sigh of relief as the conversation simply continues on without missing a beat. “Look, I'll check my texts and show you that I sent it!” Peaking your head out again you see that the dinosaur has lowered the phone from his ear and turned all of his attention to its screen, his lips curled up into a smile of ‘I know I'm totally right.’ In other words, it's time to move. Turning your attention towards the cabinets, you silently try to path your way up to them....this was always the hardest part. Except, as luck would have it, there was a surprisingly simplistic path for you to take this time. Further down your counter, just between where the cabinets began after the window ended, there was a strange rack for pans and cooking utensils that hung off the wall and practically touched the cabinets. You'd have to use your grappling hook to get up to the rack, but you could easily make your way on top of the cabinets by climbing up its wire frame...and from there, you could wedge each of their doors open until you found one that contained someone you could eat. It would be a lot of work, but the food made it worth it. But, you shouldn't get ahead of yourself...before you could even climb, you had to get over there.

Your focus shifted onto the counter, and the next piece of cover it contained: a cutting board just tall enough for you to hide yourself behind. Off in the distance, you could hear the Tyrannosaur mutter to himself. “Come on...load faster, stupid phone...” He was still busy...which meant you had time to move. There was no time to prepare yourself, so you just ran it, a straight path to the wooden block. The moment you got close, you switched from a run to a slide and action hero your way behind the board. Panting as you lean back against your safe harbor, you carefully shimmy over so you can make sure that the Rex was still distracted. The boy's eyes were still on the phone screen, but his cocky smile was slowly being replaced by tightly pressed together lips and eyes that half closed themselves out of shame for something. The phone rose back to his ear, and you ducked back into cover. “...Okay, I wrote you a text earlier today...I...just...forgot to, um...hit the...send button.” With the tyrannosaurus distracted with his technological flub, it was easy to make your way to the other end of wooden square. Fortunately, you were rather close to the rack now...unfortunately, there was a barren patch of counter that you would have to run across to get to it. “Don't laugh it me! ...It was like...six, I was tired...anyone could have made that mistake!” If there was one thing you had learned in the course of your scavenging, it was that phones made most larger beings oblivious to everything around them. Keywords was ‘most.’ From what you could hear of this Tyrannosaur's conversation, it seemed like he fit in with this category...but, if you are wrong, there is the high chance of you ending up like that beetle. Or worse...there always was an ‘or worse’ with these things. Yet it was always best to not think about it and focus on the task at hand...so that's what you did.

The rack was a good dozen feet from you, but you could make that easily in a couple seconds...remaining invisible during the climb was going to be the problem. But, you'd have to figure out that was you went. “Okay...you win...fine...I'm sorry! Look...my mum is sick, she's been vomiting constantly since yesterday.” The dino was still distracted, no time to waste! That thought brought you up to your feet and, without missing a beat, you burst into yet another sprint as you headed for the rack. It was metal, sort of wire-like. As you approached, you realized in each of the 'wires' there were small ledge-like indents you could very easily use as handholds...that was...oddly convenient. It was almost like it was designed for people your size to climb it. Almost...if it was touching the ground, then you could say it was. But, no. Because even simple could never be that easy. There was no pause in your movements though as you considered this, flinging your backpack to the floor and opening it so you could remove your grappling hook. In all honesty, it was a paper clip you had sliced up and then bent into four hook shapes before linking them all together and trying a piece of dental floss to the end...but, it worked well, so nobody could argue with it being a good grappling hook! Uncoiling the floss, you gripped it a fair distance from the hook before beginning to twirl it to build up momentum. “It's food poisoning...at least, we think it's food poisoning. Mum went out to Bedrock Burger and got the Carnivore's Delight...um...seems it was contaminated. Or something like that...whatever the case, I don't think they're going to be happy when they learn they've poisoned a lawyer.” The hook pulled more and more at your hand as it whooshed around in a circle, and as it reached the 'top' of the rotation during the eleventh twirl you released it and watched the hook fly up towards the bottom 'rung' of the rack. With a distant metallic 'ping' you watched it lock onto the wire-like bit. A few tugs on the floss confirmed that it was firmly attached and you thrusted up your arms in a silent cheer. “Okay, yeah...fair point. But, even then...she still has a lawyer background, even if it is different stuff to this. And, of course, I'll pass along the message. ...Also, um...could you talk to Laynthem for me...I...don't feel like getting yelled at right now...” The continuation of the unaware reptile's conversation spurred you into pulling yourself onto the floss rope, there was no time to lose. Every second out you spent out in the open increased the odds of detection, of being devoured or swatted like a bug. So you had to move.

The rope swings back and forth a bit wildly as you rapidly pull yourself up it. You're nearly smashed into the wall a few times, but with a bit of wiggling you manage to avoid being smacked silly against the surface. “Yeah, I do...thanks a bunch, Staliore. This...really means a lot to me, and I'll need to repay you for this. And don't say I don't need to because we're friends, seriously. I do, after everything. Just let me know, okay?” Almost...almost...there! You manage to reach your hand up and grab onto the metal wiring itself. Gritting your teeth and huffing and puffing for breath you were running out of, you pulled yourself up onto the wiring and sat down on it. It was about the size of a pipe, but by setting yourself in one of the indents and curling your legs around it, you could just maintain balance on top of it. “No, I'm serious. I am going to pay you back for this, and everything else. Right, um...one more thing, actually. Could you get me the notes for today's History class from Ryles? My sister won't be back in to relieve me in time, and I don't want to miss anything important.” The boy's phone conversation had become background noise to you now, nothing you were even paying attention to...though you would certainly notice its absence. Regardless, you had one more thing to do before you moved on. With slow motions and admittedly vaguely shaky hands, you carefully slid your pack off of your back and onto the wiring in front of you. Using one hand to hold it steady, you reached the other to remove the grappling hook from the wire beam and ease it up into the pack. There was no way to possibly coil the dental floss back up in this sort of situation, so you just packed it all into bag in a messy fashion. You could untangle it later, when you had a full belly. The grappling hook secure and then the backpack promptly closed, you brought it back onto your shoulders before shifting so you could look to the piece of wiring that was your ticket upwards. It was just out of your reach, which meant you would have to be precise and calculated in your movements to get over to it. Falling down now, well...you'd be lucky if you didn't end up with a shattered spine. “Yeah, that's him. He, um...should be willing to help. I hope. If not...um, I'll think of something, I suppose. Maybe you could convince him? I don't know...”

With worm-like movements you inched yourself close enough to the wiring that would serve as you ladder up. You had to raise yourself over a couple indents in the wire you were sitting on, which left you in an awkward unbalanced position, but you managed to somehow you just managed to get your hands onto your target and pull yourself to your feet. “Yeah, just do what you can, don't sweat it. My teacher already said she understood, so everything should work out. Anyway, that's all I needed. Thank you, again. For everything.” You swung yourself around the vertical wire and stuck your hands and feet into the little indents provided, like a makeshift and jagged edged ladder. They weren't exactly the most comfortable handholds, but they would have to do. You didn't want to waste any time, so you quickly started to climb. You had just nearly made it to the second horizontal metal wire thing up then words from the massive Tyrannosaur made your heart nearly stop. “Okay then...still, thank you. ...All right, I'm going to let you go. I still haven't had breakfast, and I'm starving. So...I'm gonna make myself something and then get back to helping mum. Talk to you later.” His conversation was nearly over, and you were right in the middle of where he could see you. Looking over your shoulder, you watch with wide eyes as the boy moves to the refrigerator with a chuckle. He cheerfully states “Bye” into the phone before hanging it up and shoving it into his pants pocket, as his free hand moves to open the fridge. The action would have triggered you to start desperately climbing in hopes of getting out of sight before he could spot you, but the sudden word “Wait...” being loudly muttered by the Tyrannosaurus made you do just that. His gaze flicked around the kitchen as he pushed the half-opened refrigerator door shut again, and you stayed as still as possible. Not now. He couldn't have known you were there, he had been nowhere near you... The dinosaur's eyes, however, simply pass over you without recognition before his lips curl back into toothy grin that could only represent a really stupid idea. Without a further word or hint of his intent, the Rex bolted out of the kitchen like a bat out of hell. You weren't going to question it, you were just going to get moving and climb as fast as your arms and legs could carry you.

Your body continued to scream out to you it wasn't keen on this treatment as you moved up the metal pipe-like wiring. Sure, you had handholds. Sure, it was a bit like a ladder. But you were nearly at the end of your robe at this point. You were sure at this point you had climbed up what would be equivalent to a quarter of a small mountain for a normal sized person. And yet still you had more to climb...you soooo need a vacation after this. And a massage...a cold drink...a warm bed...a nice pond you could relax on the shore of. The visions of a makeshift tropical vacation under a plastic toy palm tree distracted you from the climb, but your arms and legs continued their mechanical motions...until the sudden blaring of music returned you to your senses, and made you glance back towards the kitchen entrance. Suddenly, the teenage tyrannosaurus slide in across the floor and stuck a pose, a fedora now atop his head and a green jacket over his t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to almost his elbows.

“♪How come you're always such a fussy young man, Don't want no Major Munch, don't want no Steg-Os, Well don't you know that other kids are starvin' in Odo, So eat it! Just eat it!♫”

In time with the music, the Tyrannosaur did a little marching walk over to the fridge, his right hand balled up into a fist he flicked around before thrusting it out to wrench open the appliance's door open...unfortunately into his snout. The Rex paused to rub his nose, but quickly recovered and practically thrusted himself into the refrigerator to find what he was looking for. As amusing as it was to watch the boy awkwardly do his little dance routine, you really needed to get back to climbing. Shifting you gaze back to the rack you were clinging onto, by your estimate...you were one quarter of the way up it. In other words...you still had a long road ahead of you. “♪Don't want to argue, I don't want to debate, Don't want to hear about what kinds of foods you hate,

You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate, so eat it! Don't you tell me you're full!♫” The slamming of the refrigerator door caused you to quickly spare a glance a Tyrannosaurus, but you didn't stop moving this time. He did a little twirl in place before doing some manner of thrust with his groin, a pack of bacon and a carton of eggs held carefully as the performed the movement. Then the dinosaur shuffled his way over to the nearby counter, dropping the objects in his hands atop it so that he could push up onto it and sit atop it and strike yet another pose. “♪Just eat it, eat it, Get yourself an egg and beat it, Have some more chicken, Have some more pie, It doesn't matter, If it's boiled or fried, Just eat it, just eat it, Just eat it, just eat it, Woo!♫” You had nearly reached two quarters when the Rex leaped off the counter and fist-shake strutted right towards where you were. You froze dead. The Tyrannosaur reached the counter and made a strange pointy shape with his fingers as he rested his hands atop the tile, with his eyes thankfully averted from you. But, of course, a moment later they suddenly flicked up straight towards you and the rack. Your breath caught in your throat as the gigantic reptile's eyes met with yours...this was it, this was the end...or, so you thought. The dino thrusted his hands up to grab two frying pans from above you before giving an attempt at a moonwalk back into the middle of the kitchen, before doing some shoulder popping thing with the pans in hand. The phrase 'holy shit, that was close' comes to mind in moments like these. “♪Your table manners are a crying shame, You're playing with your food, this ain't some kind of game, Now, if you starve to death, You'll just have yourself to blame, So eat it, Just eat it! Doncha make me repeat it!♫”

As the Rex continues his routine, you try to recover from the heart attack he nearly gave you. In and out, in and out, slow deep breaths...you have to get moving, as your stomach painfully reminded you. With your heart slowly returning to its normal pulse, you set about continuing your climb. Behind you, the music continues to play and almost taunt you with its lyrics. “♪You better listen, better do as you're told, You haven't even touched your tuna casserole, You better chow down, or it's gonna get cold, So eat it. I don't care if you're full!♫” You heard the pans slam down atop the stove as you reached the three quarters mark on your climb. It makes you climb faster. The sizzling of meat starts when you have nearly reached four quarters. You pick up the speed even more. “♪Just eat it, eat it, Open up your mouth and feed it, Have some more yogurt, Have some more Cram, It doesn't matter if it's fresh or canned, Just eat it, Eat it! Don't you make me repeat it!♫” You pulled yourself up onto the top wire and looked out over the kitchen as the Rex did a spin in place before cracking open an egg and allowing its yolk to drip into the empty of the two pans. Hunger gnaws at you like a knife in your stomach now as the scents of the cooking foods waft up towards you. You ignored them and turned your focus towards the cabinets. There was a few feet between you and it. There was no choice but to jump...off a narrow pipe-like wire. That you could barely stand on. Man, life was just throwing you constant curveballs today. “♪Have a banana, have a whole bunch, It doesn't matter what you had for lunch, Just eat it! Eat it, Eat it, Eat it!♫” You simply leapt. No ceremony about it, you just flung yourself right across that gap. You landed awkwardly on your feet right beside the edge and have to flail your arms to keep yourself from toppling back and off. But you do it. Through sheer determination, you force yourself to remain planted atop that wooden object. You were not going to fall. Not after so much work.

Your balanced stabilized, you breathed a sigh of relief and moved forward across the cabinet top to take a look down at the Tyrannosaurus. He was still doing his dance number to the taunting music as he poked and prodded the eggs and bacon with a spatula. There was no way you could going to be able to pop open everything open with him standing there...so, you look around to see if maybe, just maybe, someone left one of the other cabinets open just enough you could squeeze down inside with your grappling hook. It was a long shot, but if you could-you blink in surprise as your gaze fall almost instantly upon exactly what you desire, slightly ajar cabinet door...directly on the other side of the kitchen. You question whether life is helping you or just tossing you into more death traps at this point, because to get over there...you'd need to climb across the little chimney skirt thing above the stove. Which was likely getting hot, and your shoes...were not made for heat. So...simply put, it was time for you to start running before you missed your opportunity, and had to wait for the tyrannosaurus to leave. “♪Eat it! Eat it! If it's getting cold, reheat it, Have a big dinner, Have a light snack, If you don't like it, you can't send it back, Just eat it, Eat it! Get yourself an egg and beat it!♫” You pick up the pace along the cabinet top as you divide your gaze between your path and the tyrannosaurus below. While it was doubtful he would notice you, if he moved to open any cabinets, you wanted to know. A closer opportunity was not something you were going to miss out on. But the dinosaur just kept dancing...as the sound of skittering claws across the wooden floor reached your ears just underneath the music. It comes from somewhere across the room, behind you. At first you think, and vaguely fear, it's another massive dinosaur come to make your journey more difficult...but as you look, you find it to be something large, but to a far smaller degree. A little buitreraptor, covered in reddish-pink feathers with a black collar around his neck, was sniffing its way into the kitchen before turning its head to look incredulously at the dancing Tyrannosaurus.

The music was winding down now, but the Rex was showing no signs of stopping...in fact, his dancing seemed to be picking up the pace as he slid into the middle of the kitchen to do some...undulating move that brought him sliding further and further back in the process. “♪Have some more chicken. Have some more pie, It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried, Just eat it! Eat it!♫” The raptor wandered closer to the strangely dancing tyrannosaurus before, in a way you could almost swear was deliberate, planting itself in such a way that the larger dinosaur would slide right into its tail and trip. Which the Rex did with a startled cry before he crashed down onto the kitchen floor. “♪Don't you make me repeat it!♫” With that, the song came to an end as the Tyrannosaur groaned in pain and moved his hands up to rub his head. The little buitreraptor moved up beside the dinosaur and nuzzled into the side of his snout for a moment before he was gently pushed away, the raptor looking to him. “...You did that on purpose, featherbrain...don't act like you didn't.” The raptor gave a hurt sounding hiss as it again attempted to nuzzle into the Tyrannosaurus...but you didn't wait to see what happened, as with the Rex now far away from the oven it was time to get across the chimney thing as fast as possible. So, you bolt for it. The muscles in your arms and legs are on fire. Your lungs join in the burn. The sizzling bacon compels your stomach to do the same. You are running on fumes, but you are going to keep burning them until they are gone. You needed this food...literally and figuratively. You had put too much effort into this, all the climbing and running...people don't realize how hard that is when you are nothing more than a starving bug-sized creature. "All right, all right...that's enough, you silly featherbrain. I get it...I can't stay mad at you. ...But, I gotta get my breakfast, boy. And then I have to take care of mum, so no walking today...well, unless Kathecca feels like doing...I'll ask, okay? Now then...come on." You heard the Rex rise, but you were almost there. Mentally you planned out your path across the mental thing before you. The cabinet let off on a little flat ledge that ran in such a way you could side step across it to the other side. But, one false step...and you'd slide down the slide like front and spatter on the floor. Or worse...again, that or worse reared up its head, so you shook it out of yours. You could do this. You would do this. There was no ifs, ands, or buts about it. The distant thumping of the T-Rex's footsteps made you even more determined to see this done properly.

You didn't stop as you learned the ledge, using your running start to leap for it. Despite smacking hard against the metal and ending up a little out of sorts, you managing to find grip on the ledge. The moment your disorientation ends, you are on top of it and pressing your back against the metal as you shimmy along metallic 'cliff.' It's warm against you, more than warm. Hot. Not burning, but it sends picks of pain through your fingers as they touch the metal and discomfort through your spine and feet. Your gaze moves forward, and you watch the Rex walk up towards the stove with his gaze off to the floor. His hat was in his hand and his lips were curled up into a smile that showed his many sharp teeth, seemingly meant to show affection down to the raptor from before. Good. He was distracted. You rounded the corner onto the front of the chimney thing as the Tyrannosaur fully took up his position from before and looked down to the cooking food. At his size, his eyes were nearly exactly level with where you were. This...was less than ideal. The temptation to simply hide until he left started to set in, until he leaned down and under chimney thing. Move. Faster. Faster. You heard the Rex inhale deeply through his nose. Good. Just keep smelling that food. “You smell that, boy? Eggs and bacey as you wakey wakey, as mum used to say...you know, I don't need four pieces, perhaps you would like-” Boom. The metal you stood on shook as something slammed against the underside of it. Your balance was gone, you just has nothing to grip onto. You slammed right into the metallic slide of the chimney, stomach right against it, and you were sliding fast. There was nothing you could do. This was it. This...was it... The choice between seeing the floor rush up under you or being ignorant of the distance flashed through your mind as you picked up the pace. Squeezing your eyes shut as you chose the latter, you simply waited for the pain and then nothingness that would follow. The pain came a lot quicker than you expected, as you slammed right into something rough, jagged, and yet somehow a tad squishy. The nothingness...didn't come at all. You waited. From somewhere behind you, you heard a loud puff of wind and what sounded like a dying radio...and then silence. You still waited. Nothing. Nothing at all. You know, you expected death to be more interesting than this...perhaps because you weren't actually dead it wasn't. Opening up your eyes to greet what had saved you...you were met with a sight that nearly stopped your heart. You had landed up a large reddish scaled hill, which was the first in a series of several reddish scaled hills that firmed a sort of...horizontal, non-connecting range of hills and valleys. These hills ran until they met with a mountain of reddish scales that dwarfed them, with massive ledges the stuck off of them to form what one could perhaps call cliff-hills...if such a thing were possible. To the left and right of these cliff-hills, were two very large white and blue and gold and black eyes. Eyes that stared Right. At. You.

TO BE CONTINUED!

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Holy crap, an aware piece from me? Shocking, isn't it? And perhaps even more shocking, this isn't the full piece...I just got fed up with how long it was taking, so I figured I'd just break it into two parts. This is the long-ass first part that ultimately has no fetish content, but does have a Tyrannosaurus badly dancing to "Eat It" by Weird Al Yankovic while preparing breakfast soooo...maybe it's worth it? Anyway, the whole story will eventually be posted as a single piece in the form of a seperate story, and will have gentle aware macro/micro interactions and vague character development from Sly. He'll be aware that tiny creatures exist now! Will he be more aware in the future? ...If you've been watching my gallery, you'll already know the answer is 'no.' But, he will get less freaked out should he come across any intelligent 'bugs.' ...Though, actually intelligent bugs will still absolutely terrify him. Sorry, Benny! (This shameless plug for  bennybug brought to you by me wanting to get two awesome writers the attention they deserve.) Anyway, it'll also be my first foray into actually posting a story here that is, well, a full-on story. It may even, get this, get a *continuation* when I get the inspiration and feel like exploring Sly and a micro interacting more, and if people are actually interested in that. And even then, I might do it. Because there needs to be more cutesy stuff when it comes to macros! But, I disgress! This whole story would not exist without the absolutely fantastic work of  CorrieZodori during one of her sketch streams, which produced this and several other masterpieces. Those will be posted...Soon™. Assuming school does not beat me down until I am crying on the floor, that is. Which is entirely possible. Anyway...let's see, anything else? Um...oh, given I used song lyrics, I'll also credit Weird Al Yankovic for inspiring a stupid idea that's been in my head for a while, and...um...pleasedon'tsuemethisiscomedyandsatireandstuff. But, seriously, I hope I'm not breaking and rules or anything. I also did alter the product names in the lyrics, so...yeah. Copyright stuff. Hope this isn't a problem! That's about it, enjoy!