Ms. Destiny stands in front of her class discussing today's field trip. She stands and dips in and out of her black pumps. Her poor stockinged feet are sore form a long day of walking. As she dismisses her class for the day, Destiny rubs her tired soles with her fingers and sighs at the though of what's ahead. She now has to host a convention full of tiny little people. At the convention, Ms. Destiny stands at the door with her list of names and welcomes every guest. Destiny is so distracted by her sore feet that the poor tiny people wait at the door forever before she shows them to their seat... Show more