Fiona gets
out of the child's bed quickly, gasping as it shrinks to the size of
a toddler when she does.
“Ssshhh,”
admonishes the three midgets with their one voice, but they do so
under their breath. “They will be listening, you can be certain of
that.”
Fiona eases
open the wardrobe door, kneeling softly to examine their escape
route. Pulling back the clothes and shoes, she sees that there is
indeed a door. Her heart sinks when she realises it is barely the
size of her head.
“I thought
you said there was a door?” She asks.
“It is a
small door,” the three reply, “But a door it most surely is.”
