As you reach down to scratch your foot, you notice that the ground
looks like a miniature replica of your town, complete with screaming
little blobs that sort of resemble people. "Wait," you
think, "Did biting that coin turn me into a giant?"
You feel a ringing in your ears. You reach up to scratch your ear
when you hear a shrill voice that says, "Not so fast! Listen to
me and I will tell you how to get back to your regular size! You must
stomp on the entire town and destroy it!"
What do you do? You don't want to destroy your town, if that is your
town. At the same time, you don't want to remain a
giant.
After you bite the coin, you feel a jolt of energy surge through you,
almost as if you have gotten zapped with something. Suddenly, you
feel the urge to scratch your itchy foot. Wearing those itchy
homemade wool socks from Aunt Martha certainly wasn't a good idea.