Terrified, you hide behind a box, just while the massive door opens, and you see two people enter. They're giants, to the scale of the enormous furniture around you. Their footfalls are stomps that feel like earthquakes and thunder. These giants are two men carrying packages and laughing merrily. They have working clothes and bog bulging muscles. Their clothes are made of coarse cloth and leather. They are true fairy-tale giants, and look just as unintelligent. One slaps his large belly, sets down the bags and goes preparing beer, cheese and sausages while his friend does the same. They've had a hard day of work and are determined to now relax to the full. Good. That will offer you time to find a hole and figure out what to do. The two giants settle and you are waiting for the right moment to as discreet as... as a mouse, actually and make a run for it. You are examining the walls to find a suitable hole when you are hit by a a smell that makes your mind freeze. It's the smell of food and most particularly... cheese. Cheese. The simple thought of munching on a piece of it is enough to make you salivate and make your stomach grumble. Oh, just for a piece!... You had never been a particularly fond of cheese before, but now as a human mouse, it would make perfect sense. Before you can stop yourself, you take a few tentative steps towards the massive table, your eyes fixed on the slab of wonderful, shiny cheese. You stop yourself. What if you get caught? But then a morsel slips from the knife of one of the giants talking and gulping beer and your eyes follow it. It rolls not too, too far away from you. You wait, to see if one of the enormous oafs has noticed anything. It appears not, as the belch and continue with their thunderous roars of laughter. They are too busy. Perfect! The smell is just to tantalizing. You've never wanted some food so much before! You trotter on your new ridiculously puny hands and feet and pitter-patter silently to the little pice of cheese near one of the bags. You have grabbed it and are about to sink your teeth in it, revelling in the wonderful, scrumptious taste of it when a loud shout startles you.
"Hey! A mouse! Catch it!" shouts one of the giants in a green shirt.
You're caught!
"Wait, that vermin is no ordinary mouse! Look! It's got the face of a man! It;'s a convisct from that other world!"
"Yeah! Sorcerers pay a lot for them!"
"Or we can keep it! They are fun to play with!"
"Yeah!"
Uh-oh... That sounds ominous... With a pitiful squeak, you try to escape by running away with all the speed you can muster, giant chairs scraping and tremendous shuffling behind you.
You try to escape but alas you fail. Each time you try to hide, the two giants find you. They see you dive amongst sacks but they move them. They displace jars and crates to reveal your pitiful self. They block you as you run along the walls or jump around. They try to throw a back over you but finally the giant with a red shirt throws a strainer over you and you are finally caught for good. From there, it's an easy job to slip a cardboard under you and flip the strainer over, making you hit the hard cold metal of the strainer.
"Gotcha!" roars in triumph the giant.
You see them through the holes of your prison, with their beards, bad teeth and horrid breaths. Their features are fat and not pleasant and their hands big and muscled and not at all delicate. They're just hairy and you try to explain who you are. Only squeaks are heard though, setting the laughter of the giants anew. They throw you into a tiny cage that is used to capture mice.
"Here ya go," says the giant with a green shirt in a too-sweet voice, throwing the piece of cheese that got you caught in the first place. "Ain't it what ya wanted?"
They laugh yet again and then set themselves at the table again, discussing what they are going to do with you. Sell you? Keep you?