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«Sometimes, I wish I were normal» Sasha thought to herself, while she was relaxing, resting her back on a green hill and crossing her legs. You surely would like to know the reasons for such a desire.

She has always been a girl a little taller than her fellow human beings: in order to make you understand her different height, I leave you to imagine how one can feel to be a human being in front of billions of tiny ants.
Sasha leads a simple lifestyle. She tends to wake up late in the morning, so as to give her minuscule collaborators enough time to complete their night tasks: during her nighttime rest, a team made up of thousands of people is responsible for thoroughly cleaning everything she has worn worn on her feet over the course of the day - shoes, socks, flip-flops, toe rings. Several thousand people form another team assigned to the laundry, carrying out the task of washing clothes, with particular attention to the removal of sweat stains and residues of deceased humans. An additional team is in charge of preparing and cooking breakfast, generally consisting of an entire orchard, giant-size cereals and a cup of coffee obtained from about half of a plantation. And so on, involving millions of people who work together in separate teams to carry out her daily chores.

On the other hand, Sasha has to carry out a list of daily tasks that she prefers to define as "a dutiful responsibility" towards the population. Firstly, she deals with the recruitment of new collaborators to replace those who have suffered "accidents" at work - a sweet synonym of "death", generally due to her carelessness - and takes "care" of her workers, by providing food, accommodation and education - care that, in fact, translates into a series of activities concerning her feet: eating the dirt and the dead skin betweeen her gigantic toes, living inside her shoes, learning to properly perform their tasks of licking, rubbing and worshipping her feet.

As you may have guessed, Sasha pays particular attention to her feet, considering that they are the only thing human beings are able to see in front of her and, therefore, represent a means of interaction and communication with the microscopic world.

Let's get back to the initial question. She has an inexhaustible power and enjoys adoration from her subjects. Why would she want to be normal? One day, she was playing with her feet in the ocean, by repeatedly raising and lowering her right foot on the water surface: the fun lied not so much in the movement of the water, as in the troubles caused to nearby humans - such as a cruise ship stuck between her big and the second toe, some motorboats launched in the air. By observing the tiny insects falling from her toes to the ocean, having the opportunity to admire, during the fall, the whole plant of her foot, she though:

«Sometimes, I wish I were normal: it must be an breathtaking, exciting experience of living in close contact with my feet, having the honor of smelling their intense and inebriating fragrance, worshipping and licking every minuscule wrinkle, savoring the divine taste of my toe jam».

Then, she concluded her thought:

«Human beings have finally found a meaning in their existence: please their gigantic Goddess, by satisfying my requests and sacrificing their lives even for the most banal things - just think about all those hundreds of people who died trying to cut or paint my toenails».

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«Sometimes, I wish I were normal» Sasha thought to herself, while she was relaxing, resting her back on a green hill and crossing her legs. You surely would like to know the reasons for such a desire.

She has always been a girl a little taller than her fellow human beings: in order to make you understand her different height, I leave you to imagine how one can feel to be a human being in front of billions of tiny ants.
Sasha leads a simple lifestyle. She tends to wake up late in the morning, so as to give her minuscule collaborators enough time to complete their night tasks: during her nighttime rest, a team made up of thousands of people is responsible for thoroughly cleaning everything she has worn worn on her feet over the course of the day - shoes, socks, flip-flops, toe rings. Several thousand people form another team assigned to the laundry, carrying out the task of washing clothes, with particular attention to the removal of sweat stains and residues of deceased humans. An additional team is in charge of preparing and cooking breakfast, generally consisting of an entire orchard, giant-size cereals and a cup of coffee obtained from about half of a plantation. And so on, involving millions of people who work together in separate teams to carry out her daily chores.

On the other hand, Sasha has to carry out a list of daily tasks that she prefers to define as "a dutiful responsibility" towards the population. Firstly, she deals with the recruitment of new collaborators to replace those who have suffered "accidents" at work - a sweet synonym of "death", generally due to her carelessness - and takes "care" of her workers, by providing food, accommodation and education - care that, in fact, translates into a series of activities concerning her feet: eating the dirt and the dead skin betweeen her gigantic toes, living inside her shoes, learning to properly perform their tasks of licking, rubbing and worshipping her feet.

As you may have guessed, Sasha pays particular attention to her feet, considering that they are the only thing human beings are able to see in front of her and, therefore, represent a means of interaction and communication with the microscopic world.

Let's get back to the initial question. She has an inexhaustible power and enjoys adoration from her subjects. Why would she want to be normal? One day, she was playing with her feet in the ocean, by repeatedly raising and lowering her right foot on the water surface: the fun lied not so much in the movement of the water, as in the troubles caused to nearby humans - such as a cruise ship stuck between her big and the second toe, some motorboats launched in the air. By observing the tiny insects falling from her toes to the ocean, having the opportunity to admire, during the fall, the whole plant of her foot, she though:

«Sometimes, I wish I were normal: it must be an breathtaking, exciting experience of living in close contact with my feet, having the honor of smelling their intense and inebriating fragrance, worshipping and licking every minuscule wrinkle, savoring the divine taste of my toe jam».

Then, she concluded her thought:

«Human beings have finally found a meaning in their existence: please their gigantic Goddess, by satisfying my requests and sacrificing their lives even for the most banal things - just think about all those hundreds of people who died trying to cut or paint my toenails».