"How am I responsible for this?" He shoved the report at his boss. "I don't know why any of this is happening!"
Janine also wondered why there weren't more Tiny women out in public. When she asked Shaun about this, however, he became upset and withdrawn.
Is it someone's birthday? Was this left over from a baby shower or a potluck? Did someone just find an interesting recipe and want to share it with the office?
She held him in front of one of the event posters. There was a costume contest, the prize for which was the winner's choice of $25 or covering the bar tab.
I explained what the last several weeks looked like, fighting, scavenging, my victories and defeats: an endless workout, each day ending curled up on hard soil.
Normal society tends to frown on Tinies taking action against little girls, even in self-defense. They don't think much of us, and they rarely take our side in any dispute.
She shrunk me, but how did she shrink me? And what happened to my clothes? "There, there, my little pet," she said softly. I could tell she was trying hard to keep her voice down.
After a few more jokes they mentioned a range of mountains just south of us, the Carneddau Mountains. "Aye, the Marilyns're iawn," said the first one, the oldest. "Bechod, to miss out on that, if you want to take in the local sperrit."
Tena guessed they were heading west, so the crater was south of them, and to the west of this round pit were two more pits (smaller but not shallower) and then a line of five (even smaller, but here the earth was especially torn up).
Some workers were like this, Shaun knew. Maybe they got a thrill from the momentary captive audience, either sating their curiosity about Tinies or enjoying their small portion of power and dominance.