¨§¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨ §¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨
¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨§¨ ¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨
¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨§ ¨¨§¨¨¨§§§¨
¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨§¨¨§¨§§
§¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨§§
§§¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨ They Tell Me: "We Are Going To Shrink ¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨§¨
§§§¨¨¨¨§¨¨ You." I Don'T Quite Like The Tone In §¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨
§¨§§¨¨¨¨§¨ Their Voices, Like They Are Restraining §§¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨
¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨§ Themselves. There Is A Hunger In Them ¨§§¨¨¨¨¨§¨
¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨ And It Wants Me To Shrink. And What ¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨§
§¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨ Really Irks Me Is That So Do I. ¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨¨
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ ¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨
¨¨§¨¨¨§§§¨ They Give Me Wristbands And Anklets, §¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨
¨¨¨§¨¨§¨§§ Made Of Some Strange Stone. Their ¨§¨¨¨§§§¨¨
¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨§§ Surface Is Swirling, Like Dark ¨¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨§¨ Thunderstorms Trapped In Glass, Like §¨¨§¨¨¨§§§
§¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨ Windows Into A Smaller World, Close To §§¨¨§¨¨§¨§
§§¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨ My Body So That It Can See Clearly ¨§§¨¨§¨¨¨§
¨§§¨¨¨¨¨§¨ Whats In Store. ¨§§§¨¨§¨¨§
¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨§ ¨§¨§§¨¨§¨¨
¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨¨ They Give Me Food: Prawn-Like Bugs That ¨¨¨§§§¨¨§¨
¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨ Make My Tongue Curl With Satisfaction. §¨¨§¨§§¨¨§
§¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨ "Out Of This World", I Think, Having No §§¨¨¨§§§¨¨
¨§¨¨¨§§§¨¨ Frame Of Reference. I Eat Only Two, But ¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨
¨¨§¨¨§¨§§¨ The Bugs Leave Me Suspiciously ¨§§§¨¨¨§§§
§¨¨§¨¨¨§§§ Satisfied. ¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§
§§¨¨§¨¨§¨§ ¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨§
¨§§¨¨§¨¨¨§ They Measure My Clothes. "You Are Going ¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨§
¨§§§¨¨§¨¨§ To Become About Half As Big", They Tell §¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨¨ Me, Barely Controlling Themselves With ¨§¨¨¨§¨§§¨
¨¨¨§§§¨¨§¨ Anticipation. ¨¨§¨¨¨¨§§§
§¨¨§¨§§¨¨§ ¨¨¨§¨¨¨§¨§
§§¨¨¨§§§¨¨ * ¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§
¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨ ««« ¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨§
¨§§§¨¨¨§§§ ::::: §¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ §§¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨
¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨§ ::::: §§§¨¨¨¨¨§¨
¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨§ ««« §¨§§¨¨¨¨¨§
§¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨ * ¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨
¨§¨¨¨§¨§§¨ ¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨
¨¨§¨¨¨¨§§§ §¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨
¨¨¨§¨¨¨§¨§ §§¨¨§¨§§¨¨
¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§ ¨§§¨¨¨§§§¨
¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨§ ¨§§§¨¨§¨§§