You see my great legs coming slowly towards you as you crouch behind a dust-bunny in the kitchen. I get close before you scamper away and find another hiding place. I call, “Where are you?” and you know better than to let me see you. Then I get close again, and you run off, just as my huge black boot is about to crush you. From a great distance, you see me round the corner and come stomping to you, my boot heels sounding loud on the board floor. At the last moment, you run away into the bedroom, but I see you and stalk you again. Like a cat, you run between my legs and out into the entryway, w...

You see my great legs coming slowly towards you as you crouch behind a dust-bunny in the kitchen. I get close before you scamper away and find another hiding place. I call, “Where are you?” and you know better than to let me see you. Then I get close again, and you run off, just as my huge black boot is about to crush you. From a great distance, you see me round the corner and come stomping to you, my boot heels sounding loud on the board floor. At the last moment, you run away into the bedroom, but I see you and stalk you again. Like a cat, you run between my legs and out into the entryway, where you crouch behind a fringe on the throw rug. Then, as my boot comes down, you run off again. I see you, though and come after you with deliberate speed—as befits a giantess on the hunt. Out in the kitchen, you fear for my life. As I near, you throw out an offering and plead, “Take this, but don't hurt me!” I trample the awful stuff, the air-filled bubbles making sounds like cannon fire. I demand more and you give it and I am relentless with it, yelling for you to come out, even as I mash it and crush it! You sneak away, but I catch you hold you suspended, so you can see my gigantic legs and fearsome boots. You hear me say something about ‘feeling better' and how I think I can ‘calm down.' The last thing you hear before the clip fades to black is me, laughing.