Jim's worries were unfounded as Mrs. Smith returned a moment later. He had forgotten how huge she was in her absence, and he was once again overwhelmed with her size. She was taller than any skyscraper that Jim had ever seen, and all her features were proportionally sized.
It was almost too much for Jim to take.
Mrs. Smith sat back down to her lunch and using the plastic spoon, scooped up the entire remaining contents of her pudding.
"Yes! Thank you!" cried Jim as he was once again lifted toward Mrs. Smith's open mouth. Closer and closer...Jim could feel her hot breath hit his face. Her mouth was shadowed, and Jim felt disappointed that he couldn't see her throat...then suddenly, as if in response to his thoughts, the back of Mrs. Smith's tongue dropped revealing her uvula and slimy throat.