Sometimes when people are small, really small, they can hide in places where other people cannot. When I was 12 I had a friend, a small friend, that I temporarily misplaced. His name was Geoffrey and he had come to my house for an after school play date. We were playing hide-and-seek inside because it was such a cold day. Anyway he decided to hide inside the peanut butter jar and it was months before I found him. His festering corpse appeared on my morning toast one day.
“Geoffrey! Are you okay? ” I asked but he did not answer. I ate around him and threw what remained outside for the birds. I sent his grieving parents a blurred Polaroid of the incident and a scratchy note that briefly described events as I saw them. The moral of the story is that small people get what they deserve and one day day we will all get what we deserve. You're not important because you are tall. There is a jar of peanut butter that waits for you.