Dylan catches the wand and says, "Holy cow! I wish there was someone
here in authority who knew what to do!" The truck lurches forward, and
he hears a loud thud from the pickup truck bed.
The netting that had been secured to the truck just as the pine
scented air freshener had been, so it grew with the truck. The
football gear and mannequins all appeared to miniature toys now. The
startled Sheriff lay for a moment on his back as the truck rolled
across the fields of corn. The metal was cold on his bare backside.
He sat up, the wind was racing overhead. He looked through the open
window into the driver's cabin. there was no body at the wheel.
"Hey, whoever's driving, stop the vehicle," he ordered.
Dylan was startled by the thunderous god-like voice booming seemingly
from on high. From his floor board vantage point he couldn't see the
rear window at all. The giant sheriff didn't yet realize his size
change, since he perceived they were driving across open meadowland,
not realizing that the grass were really 8 foot high stalks of corn.
He considered climbing on the side of the truck and opening the
driver's door, and climbing into the runaway truck's cab. He also
considered climbing through the rear window access, it would be tight
but he thought he was lean enough to make it.