Giantess Enola on the phone with a girlfriend who is trying to convince her to join her outside for a day in the sun. Enola seems willing, at first. But then, the complete quietness in the house, keeps her from leaving. She is COMPLETELY unaware of the tiny people running this way and that, down on the floor, on the kitchen counter...everywhere. Some don't even seem to be aware of her. However almost ALL of them meet their doom under her feet, whether it socks, bare feet, boots, trainers or flip flops.