Shrinking

I’d no need to hunt for at least another day, so I handed the cup back to Old Rowler and headed directly for my favorite spot. It was a clearing in the small wood on the southern slopes that overlooked the farm. Then I shrank myself down, coat and boots included, to my smallest size, the one I often use for sleeping. Now I was no larger than a gray-whiskered sewer rat.

The ox blood, however, remained exactly the same size, so that my stomach now felt very full. Despite the fact that I’d only just woken up, the combination of a full stomach and the newly risen sun made me feel very sleepy indeed.

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