As Kendall paced across the table, he noticed that he could easily bear the weight of the chain mail. Deirdre told him that shrinking actually increased his strength proportionally though his overall strength was of course diminished greatly.
As soon as Deirdre's attention went elsewhere, Kendall climbed down a leg of the table. He ran across the open space of the giant room...and then Deirdre noticed.
"Fetch, boy!" boomed Deirdre's voice.
Kendall ran as fast from the giant dog as he could but it was not enough.
"Ahhhh!"
Fortunately the dog did not chew on Kendall but returned him to their mistress.
Kendall pulled out of his sword and began slashing at Deirdre's outstretched hand.
"Die, you wicked witch!"
In response, Deirdre playfully countered Kendall's sword with her right hand's pinky fingernail. With her left hand, she took Kendall out of the dog's mouth.
"Fie on ye, ye big bitch!"
"Ooooo, you're so silly!" exclaimed Deirdre. And then she
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