The far horizon cont. (see yesterday)

Here you are, the size of a mouse and hiding in a drawer when suddenly a giant hand reaches for you. Quick as a flash you jump up on the sleeve, clamber up the arm and take a flying jump from the shoulder.

Landing on the huge springy bed you realise that if you don't find safety soon you are going to be recaptured and sent back to the lab. So you scramble to the head of the bed and slip between the bedstead and the wall.

As you listen to the screams and hysteria out there in giantland you look up and suddenly you have a plan...

Wednesday, I never was very good at Wednesdays....