A Squeeze of Faith

Eranumaris stopped. Rising up onto his hind legs, he turned towards the crowded stand, sniffing nervously. A number of people were swinging their arms and looking incredibly uncomfortable. Fred guessed that these figments of his imagination had expected the dream to end minutes ago.

"Question time's done, Fred. We've got to go."

Fred's mouth formed the 'W' of 'Why?' as he too turned to the crowd. The question was lost to the wind as he gazed up at his father again, who was now covered in wasps. And now a new swarm of the yellow insects was congregating just above his wasp-ridden father's head. They were forming an image of a huge eye.

"Quick!" called Eranumaris, retreating back down his hole and out of sight. "Follow me, son!"

Fred crawled to the edge of the hole. It was just over a foot in diameter. "Are you mad, Eranumaris? I'll never fit in there!"
He turned to the stand again and felt his heart skip several beats. The wasp-eye was heading straight for him. Then Eranumaris's voice called out, echoey and faint.

"This is a dream, Frederigo! More than that, it's your dream. You have power here, just as that eye does! If you want to fit in the hole, you will. Now come!"

The Eye was so close and so fast. Fred frantically focused his thoughts on the tiny hole below him.
Think small, think small, tiny, MINISCULE!

1. And Fred was small, and he fell headfirst into the hole, the Eye just a few feet away....
2. Fred screamed in frustrated terror as instead the hole became smaller. And now the Eye was upon him....

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