Miss Becker's eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed at you in her palm. "I'm adding you to my collection," she repeated, her voice dripping with anticipation. She carefully placed you on a nearby shelf, amidst a row of tiny figurines and trinkets.
As you looked around, you realized that the shelf was filled with all sorts of tiny objects, each one more intricate and delicate than the last. There were tiny dolls, miniature cars, and even a tiny replica of the Eiffel Tower. But what caught your attention was the row of tiny people, each one no bigger than you, frozen in place like statues.
Miss Becker chuckled as she noticed your gaze. "Ah, yes. My collection of tinies. I've been collecting them for years, and each one is a unique treasure." She picked up one of the tiny people, a young woman with a look of terror on her face, and examined it closely. "This one, for example, was a student of mine from a few years ago. She was a feisty one, always trying to escape. But I managed to catch her, and now she's a prized member of my collection."
You shuddered at the thought of being trapped in this collection, a mere object for Miss Becker's amusement. But as you looked around, you noticed that the room was filled with all sorts of strange and ominous objects. There were cages, traps, and what looked like a tiny hamster wheel. You realized that you had to escape, and fast.
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