Under Attack

Under Attack

I can’t believe how far away the door seems. I’m tired of being tiny. I wish I were big.

Me too. You, me, and all of us!

How are we going to get in? There’s no way we can lift it.

Don’t worry, we don’t have to lift it. What do you mean?

My dad always complains that it doesn’t close right. There has to be a small gap somewhere.