The fresh smell of cut grass lofted through the windows of a quiet little home as Mathew wandered out into the open. His little heart raced as he looked up and around, tightening the blade of grass he fashioned into makeshift coverings so it wouldn't fall off as he explored. He could hear the distant sound of voices outside, laughing and playing in the fresh spring air as he took in his surroundings. He was in someone's kitchen, a fairly well kept place – though the floor did seem to need a bit of cleaning. The little one had found his blade of grass by wandering the house, after all… Probably tracked in on a shoe or on a pant leg of some sort.
There was something about this home that simply felt… Idyllic, an atmosphere of positivity that lingered around him as he heard some footsteps coming along. He turned to look in the direction they were coming from, to the left – in time to see an enormous canine woman standing high above him. Even in comparison to the home she occupied she seemed quite tall, easily 7 to 8 foot in height as she walked towards Mathew. A Tibetan Mastiff, Siberian Husky mix with beautiful white paw fur, and a thin line of purple separating the white and black fur on her upturned tail and face. She was smiling brightly, holding a dustpan filled with dirt and debris as she approached the little one.
Her paw lifted over him, covering him in shadow before gently setting down to his side. A wave of air washed over his form as he fell over, nearly having been crushed by her as she walked past and dumped the dirt into a bin. Shiloh had already prepared a bucket for the mopping she had to do now, which was the next list on her list of chores around the house. Spring cleaning was in full swing, and she was getting the job done.
Pushing himself up to his feet, Mathew saw her eyes quickly scan the ground. By the time he could jump and wave in her direction though, her attention shifted past him. The happy mother walked by him again, her heel nearly crushing the little one to death in an instant as she did so and knocking him back down, mumbling about having remembered where she had placed her mop before. Within a few moments, she had returned with mop in hand and was on her way to the bucket of water on the other side of the fridge.
After narrowly escaping death twice, Mathew lay there on his back and watched as the underside of Shiloh's paw slid over him once again. Her toes came over his face, nearly dragging the pad of her rough paw across the front of his body before settling down onto him.
*Crunch*
Mathew felt his little body press down into the tile floor, squishing out blood as his little bones popped beneath her. However, Shiloh's paws weren't very sensitive – she didn't notice his body stick to the white fur of her arch as he was lifted up from the new tiny puddle of blood. Still alive, Mathew gasped for air as he was carried along with the sweet Shiloh's footstep.
*Squelch*
Another impact, and Mathew felt himself flatten more as her weight settled onto him. This time, he was actually 'popped' – and unfortunately for him, discarded on the floor. He watched as Shiloh walked away, gasping for air as the tiny squished being lay there on her floor. This time though, she saw him.
"Ketchup, again?" she chuckled, "Those pups need to learn to clean up their messes."
The mop slapped down next to Mathew's little form, dragging across his tiny body and mixing him into the sea of fabric. Too injured to protest, he was pulled along until the mop was tightly rung out. The wet, soapy fabric tightened around him, delivering him into his next world.