Little buddy? Little buddy? Just what size was he exactly. Sweeney knew he had gotten smaller, but smaller was all relative really when one considered that he was normally around seven feet tall. So, really, short of becoming an elephant or a giraffe, he was going to get smaller. But there was something distressing about the way the woman said, “little buddy.” Something that implied he was cute and not threatening.
That didn’t bode well, did it?
He sort of shook his head to indicate that he was not in any kind of distress currently. He might be soon, though. It really depended on what he had turned in to. Cute could be alright, he figured, if this woman was to pick him up and clasp him to her chest. That could be real good. Shame he was an animal, then.
An ant walked by on the sidewalk and without a second thought, he snarfed it up and ate it. Wait… he did what?
“What am I?” He asked, mostly to himself, unsure if any sound at all was coming out of his mouth.