Land of the Giants...

He'd been minding his own business; whistling a tune he couldn't get out of his head as he searched the undergrowth for a glimpse of a fairy tale. He had heard reports of "tiny" people living in these woods but it had to be a joke. Nobody really believed in that sort of thing. Not even Spooky Mulder. But when the ambush came and he choked on his rendition of "Wild Fire", he became a believer.

He should have been fascinated. But he was a bit freaked-out. Sure they were tiny but they all had weapons. Guns, grappling hooks, rifles, and spear guns. As they aimed their miniscule weapons up toward his torso, Mulder couldn't help but feel that his family jewels were in danger. Where the heck had Scully gone?

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