You find yourself in a LITTLE predicament. The size of an ant, cowering in fear and trapped in the boulder-size dirt clods and towering grass of my yard. And, of course, I am there, looming over you, with a bare foot that wants nothing more than to make you a stain smeared over the bottom of it.

A short little audio journey of me chasing you through my yard until my toe crushes you.

*Normal Version with Little Audio Manipulation