At first to feel lucky, the beautiful goddess, Autumn Bodell has noticed you. But that feeling disappears as she informs you that you are a tiny insignificant little speck. A speck of lint, a flint under her sole. You can do nothing to please her. How could she feel anything you would do? You’re too small to tickle or massage her feet. How could you please her in any way if you’re barely big enough to fit in a wrinkle on her perfect sole? You must stay there as Autumn keeps down, living at her feet