I woke up to the sound of metal clinging. I was in for a rude awakening: literally.
"Now let's see those pearly whites!", I heard one of the giants, who clearly had too much enthusiasm, say. What look like an oversized golf club started invading my "home". For the past year I've been living in one of the giants mouths. It's the only thing little people like me do. We live in a giants mouth because one, the food is free, and two, a mouth serves as a good shelter. But I got over all the complimentary stuff after the first two days. If feels like I'm in, what do the giants call it?, prison. To put the icing on the cake, the giant whose mouth I'm living in, has very unhygienic teeth. Which leads us to were are we are right now: the dentists office. However, I have made a decision. Today is the day I escape.
I have been planning this since six months ago, our last dentist appointment. I thought back to six months ago, I remember the dentist put some sort of tube that vacuumed the saliva out of the giants mouth. I would purposely get sucked down into that tube which would take me down to a container filled with saliva. From there I would swim to the hatch that locks and unlocks the container. Then I would get it open and run free.
I waited and waited until the tube came. I crawled in and lay prone eagerly waiting to be pulled down by the force of a thousand winds. Then, right at that moment, when I thought it wouldn't happen and I suddenly felt relieved because deep down I never wanted to leave, it was too late. I was spiraling down a saliva slide at the speed of light. Then I was shot into the container like a cannon shooting a tennis ball. As I crashed into the wall of the container and slid down into the lake that was the key to my freedom, I comprehended what had just happened. Instantly I regretted my actions. For the first time in a long time, even if it was just for a second, I thought about how much I missed in life the only place I could really call home.
I swam to the other end of the container and unlocked the door. I jumped out and looked at the giants surrounding me. This is what I wanted right? Freedom. But then, when I thought all hope was lost, I saw a way to get back home.
One the side of the container stood a knob. Etched onto the side of the container were two words, "PUSH" and "PULL". The knob was pointing to the side that said "PULL". Instantly my feeling of homesickness deteriorated and was replaced by the most genuine joy in the entire world. Enough Happy Happy Joy Joy, I thought, I'm coming home. My only setback was flipping the switch. Being tiny has it's cons you know. I started climbing up the side of the container and jumped onto the knob. I stood up and, once I caught my balance, started to jump on the knob. Each jump sent me higher and sent the the knob lower. Until finally I pushed the knob down just enough to make the machine pull me straight back up the saliva tube and ejected me back into the giant's mouth.
"Looks like the machine was malfunctioning," said the oh so enthusiastic dentist. But I wasn't complaining. He walked over to the machine and with a simple flick of his fingers, turned the machine back to "PULL". How he did it so easily, I really don't know. But one thing was for sure, I was happy to be home.
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