Imagine what life would be like if you were two inches tall. You would have to be careful that nobody stepped on you. You would have to watch out for cats, dogs and birds. It would be very dangerous, but just think of the things that you could do. You could live in a dollhouse, or even a shoebox. You could use a bottle cap for a plate. You would have to wear dolls’ clothes. A stamp would make a lovely picture to hang on your wall. You could hide in a mouse hole or a drawer. You wouldn’t need much food. You could probably live comfortably on the crumbs that people would leave on the table. A thimble would make a good cup. If you went outside, the grass would seem like a jungle. An insect would be huge and frightening. A puddle would seem to be an ocean. You could cross the puddle in a paper cup and use a spoon for an oar. A matchbox would make a good bed with a handkerchief as a bedspread. You’d brush your hair with a toothbrush, but you’d never find anything small enough to brush your teeth with. You could take a ride on the back of a mouse. You wouldn’t find any books that were small enough to read, but you might read the back of a pill bottle. You could ride in a toy car and have a soup bowl for a swimming pool. A leaf could be your umbrella, and a mitten would make a great sleeping bag. If you used your imagination, you could think up something to use for almost all your purposes. Being small might be fun, but then again, it would be frightening. I’d be afraid of my pet cat. I wouldn’t want a book to fall on me. I would be afraid of being swept away by a big gust of wind. I think I’d rather be my size.
