Suddenly, he dove into his old shoe, hoping it would muffle any sound he made. He scrambled toward the toe of his shoe and sneezed and coughed as quietly as he could. He prayed that his dad would not hear him from under the bed and inside a shoe.
When he had his breath back under control, he listened for any sound from his giant dad. As he waited, he became aware of the smell around him. How could he have not noticed before that his feet stank this much? It made him gag, but fear kept him from escaping the shoe. He lay there, trapped in his own foot odor.
"Hey," he heard Ron say in the distance. "What's that?"
"Oh, crap," he whispered, fearing that he had heard him. He heard his stance shift and then the ground shook. Jim realized that must have been from the impact of his knees on the floor.
"No, no, no..." he chanted quietly to himself. the last thing that he wanted was for his dad to see his son about doll size.
Ron knelt on the floor of his son's room.
he looked down curiously at something, then he picked up...