Krutox and Stringer walked through a path of grass, the blades of which towered over their heads. At one centimeter tall, they carried shock sticks to scare off any birds that might try to eat them. The blades of grass towered over them like trees.

They heard the thundering footsteps of Thunder-Titans, the name of the normal-sized people of Earth. Krutox climbed up a thick blade of grass to take a look, while Stringer stayed on the ground. It was a pair of girls, or what the Microterrans referred to as Thunder-Goddesses.

One was blonde, and one was a brunette. Krutox and Stringer could hear their thundering voices high above them.

"Rhonda!" the blonde said, "Look what I found!" she said, holding up a Microterran. "It's a little man! Forget about playing frisbee!"

"Gretchen, Are there any more of them?" the brunette asked.

"Stringer," said Krutox," we'd better split up, there's less of a chance of us getting captured!"