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In middle America a group of young men were sneaking onto a farm to smoke in private out in the pasture. They found an area not too far from the barn they walked passed, it hadn’t been mowed yet. The five guys sat down in the high grass and pulled out their 3 blunts and began to light them.
Meanwhile a not too much older guy was out riding his horse corralling the cattle inside, on the other side of the barn. He had been out there for well over 11 hours, he just wanted to get his boots off and lay down in the grass.
A loud humming was heard overhead, getting progressively louder. Both the group and the man looked up at where the noise was coming from. The man looked right back down and continued getting the gate closed. The guys look on with glassy eyes, a low flying plane was closing in fast. One of them had to think about it for a moment, its way smaller than it sounds, and it’s flying over a farm. Burn outs realize its just a crop duster, but still about to spray chemicals onto them. The neurons in their brains fire slowly as they start to get moving.
The man gets in the barn and into the bed of his truck and lays down, falling asleep before he could get his boots off, the sound of that plane always sends puts him out.
Of course the stoners weren’t fast enough and they got dusted. Gagging and choking they still made their way back to the gravel road. Even though the grass had been mowed recently near the road it seemed to be getting taller. They didn’t even have a chance to finish one blunt between them and they were hallucinating? They either got really good stuff or very bad. Now it was taking them alot longer to get to the road. They were looking at eachother and asking the same questions, this was starting to get less fun. 2 of them stopped and looked directly up, the others followed their gaze. It was a pile-no, a wall, that never ended left or right, of large stones. They looked easily enough to climb one or two to get up but what was going on? They just quickly climbed and turned around to see how far they really were from their original location.
The pilot returned to the airfield to a mob of angry people-yelling, cursing and confusing the hell out of the pilot. The first clear sentence he heard was “YOU GRABBED THE WRONG CANISTERS YOU DUMB SHIT!!”
The man awoke from his nap and climbed around through the driver side window, starting the start, stripping his shirt off.
The group was looking at miles and miles of forest below them, sobering up very fast they all talked at once. Trying to make sense of the situation, relaxed, or just straight up panicking. One shouted “look at the rocks!!! Jeeeeez they’re massive now!.” They all looked in disbelief, but before they started brainstorming again they felt an earthquake and it was getting stronger.
The man drove to his favorite private spot on his property, his jeans were already restraining him beyond discomfort, not to mention never wearing boxers. He stopped on the gravel road and got out, ripping his pants off over his boots. He jumped up on the tailgate with his bare cheeks and finally began stripping off his boots.

“…and now we have to wait for missing persons reports and mass disappearances of animals coming out of that area.” Sitting in a dark office, the pilot was briefed on how he sprayed shrinking dust on 3 farms.

The earthquake they thought they were experiencing was a giant truck coming to a stop right in front of them. The group came to the realization at the same time-they had shrunk somehow. “THAT FUCKING WEED AVI!!!” One shouted at another punching him in the face. Before the fight could begin they watched a colossal man step out and strip himself down to his boots in front of them. “This is nasty!!” “Wtf??!” “I don’t want to see this!”
They immediately shut up as the naked man stepped over them towards the back of the truck. They didn’t want to see a giant nude man but they obviously needed help, especially before it gets dark. They talked amongst themselves as the man threw his boots loudly to the ground. The group started making their tiny slow way towards the man, trying to find a flat rock for all of them to stand on together so just maybe he will notice us. As dark fabric fell to the gravel the men started having even harder of a time traversing the rocks, they felt like they were suffocating in a pile of Fritos. They found the prefect rock and collapsed, exhausted, trying to breathe as well as they could. As the next sock fell, a loud thud and a massive vibration showed the man had jumped onto the ground barefoot.
He just stood there and looked around, letting his rock hard cattle prod get some air, gripping the gravel with his sweaty toes. He turned right and began to walk out to his favorite spot to play.
The group, trying to catch their breath, got up and began to jump and scream for his attention. They could only keep this up for so long, his feet were so rank they could barely take a breath. Dropping one by one they stopped and just focused on breathing.
BOOOM GRIIIIIINND
The man was starting to walk in their direction, the group couldn’t do anything for attention but huddle together. Only one step and it was like an extremely loud train crash. The guys didn’t think about the next step’s destination. A massive shadow covered them as they looked up in terror. Within a second a blanket of warmth-nothing.

Description
In middle America a group of young men were sneaking onto a farm to smoke in private out in the pasture. They found an area not too far from the barn they walked passed, it hadn’t been mowed yet. The five guys sat down in the high grass and pulled out their 3 blunts and began to light them.
Meanwhile a not too much older guy was out riding his horse corralling the cattle inside, on the other side of the barn. He had been out there for well over 11 hours, he just wanted to get his boots off and lay down in the grass.
A loud humming was heard overhead, getting progressively louder. Both the group and the man looked up at where the noise was coming from. The man looked right back down and continued getting the gate closed. The guys look on with glassy eyes, a low flying plane was closing in fast. One of them had to think about it for a moment, its way smaller than it sounds, and it’s flying over a farm. Burn outs realize its just a crop duster, but still about to spray chemicals onto them. The neurons in their brains fire slowly as they start to get moving.
The man gets in the barn and into the bed of his truck and lays down, falling asleep before he could get his boots off, the sound of that plane always sends puts him out.
Of course the stoners weren’t fast enough and they got dusted. Gagging and choking they still made their way back to the gravel road. Even though the grass had been mowed recently near the road it seemed to be getting taller. They didn’t even have a chance to finish one blunt between them and they were hallucinating? They either got really good stuff or very bad. Now it was taking them alot longer to get to the road. They were looking at eachother and asking the same questions, this was starting to get less fun. 2 of them stopped and looked directly up, the others followed their gaze. It was a pile-no, a wall, that never ended left or right, of large stones. They looked easily enough to climb one or two to get up but what was going on? They just quickly climbed and turned around to see how far they really were from their original location.
The pilot returned to the airfield to a mob of angry people-yelling, cursing and confusing the hell out of the pilot. The first clear sentence he heard was “YOU GRABBED THE WRONG CANISTERS YOU DUMB SHIT!!”
The man awoke from his nap and climbed around through the driver side window, starting the start, stripping his shirt off.
The group was looking at miles and miles of forest below them, sobering up very fast they all talked at once. Trying to make sense of the situation, relaxed, or just straight up panicking. One shouted “look at the rocks!!! Jeeeeez they’re massive now!.” They all looked in disbelief, but before they started brainstorming again they felt an earthquake and it was getting stronger.
The man drove to his favorite private spot on his property, his jeans were already restraining him beyond discomfort, not to mention never wearing boxers. He stopped on the gravel road and got out, ripping his pants off over his boots. He jumped up on the tailgate with his bare cheeks and finally began stripping off his boots.

“…and now we have to wait for missing persons reports and mass disappearances of animals coming out of that area.” Sitting in a dark office, the pilot was briefed on how he sprayed shrinking dust on 3 farms.

The earthquake they thought they were experiencing was a giant truck coming to a stop right in front of them. The group came to the realization at the same time-they had shrunk somehow. “THAT FUCKING WEED AVI!!!” One shouted at another punching him in the face. Before the fight could begin they watched a colossal man step out and strip himself down to his boots in front of them. “This is nasty!!” “Wtf??!” “I don’t want to see this!”
They immediately shut up as the naked man stepped over them towards the back of the truck. They didn’t want to see a giant nude man but they obviously needed help, especially before it gets dark. They talked amongst themselves as the man threw his boots loudly to the ground. The group started making their tiny slow way towards the man, trying to find a flat rock for all of them to stand on together so just maybe he will notice us. As dark fabric fell to the gravel the men started having even harder of a time traversing the rocks, they felt like they were suffocating in a pile of Fritos. They found the prefect rock and collapsed, exhausted, trying to breathe as well as they could. As the next sock fell, a loud thud and a massive vibration showed the man had jumped onto the ground barefoot.
He just stood there and looked around, letting his rock hard cattle prod get some air, gripping the gravel with his sweaty toes. He turned right and began to walk out to his favorite spot to play.
The group, trying to catch their breath, got up and began to jump and scream for his attention. They could only keep this up for so long, his feet were so rank they could barely take a breath. Dropping one by one they stopped and just focused on breathing.
BOOOM GRIIIIIINND
The man was starting to walk in their direction, the group couldn’t do anything for attention but huddle together. Only one step and it was like an extremely loud train crash. The guys didn’t think about the next step’s destination. A massive shadow covered them as they looked up in terror. Within a second a blanket of warmth-nothing.