Just working on what could be a future chapter or an alternate reality in my story Borrower from years ago. Inspired by one of the stories here in which a couple Borrowers see a "territorial" squirrel defending its turf on a branch..

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Bret was face to face on the grass with a squirrel-and the rodent charged at him suddenly. It was a split second moment and despite usually great reflexes, the four inch Borrower was caught off guard. The huge creature
made up the several-inches distance quickly and bowled Bret over; he landed on his back in the grass and then the squirrel was on top of him, and angry.

It was at least twice his height or length (even without the tail). The squirrel's massive face was up against Bret and it made loud chirring noises; one buck tooth was easily bigger than both Bret's hands put together and he wondered if it would try to bite him. Its forelegs pinned him down and the left foreleg's claws scraped Bret's right arm, drawing blood. Bret tried to kick his way out of it; his miniscule feet, each less than half an inch long, tried futilely to kick at the rodent's underside. The critter seemed to weigh what would be hundreds of pounds to an average sized human. Bret did manage to get his right arm free (even though it paled in comparison to the squirrel's leg) and he started to punch at it. One of its eyes was right up against Bret's head and seemed about half the size of it!

The squirrel shifted its weight and suddenly, amazingly, it rolled over and now Bret was on top. He had no weapon to use against it but now his immediate thought was to get away before it got even worse. His arm was still pinned under the squirrel's leg and Bret tried with all his might (if a four inch man can have might) to free it. He grunted and groaned and thought he just about got it free when suddenly he saw gargantuan human fingers reaching around his own body. He was being picked up by the right hand of the boy (for that's who was picking him up). He was placed down on the ground some inches away and looked up at the figure. The boy seemed over 85 feet tall (in average human terms) to him; he was about ten years old.

Meanwhile he saw the boy's bare feet (each seemingly 13 feet long) had moved closer, and the right one kicked the squirrel away. It skittered off, frightened, and made its way up a tree, climbing what seemed like hundreds of feet in mere seconds. Now the boy reached under him and lifted him up, He lay on the boy's slightly cupped hand and was examined-that is, the boy saw the blood on his arm.

"I got ya, we'll take care of that." With that, the boy cradled Bret against his T-shirted chest and started to run into a house. The boy started to run slightly hot water into a sink and he got a facecloth and dipped it (along with some liquid soap). He ran it across Bret's wounded arm and cleansed it-then found the smallest band-aid he could find. An inch and a half long-a bit over two feet long to an average sized person.

(just an idea...)