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"Can't wait to have fun with you guys."

The black dragon's voice thundered into the ears of his handful of victims as he walked. He held a fox, a bear, and a tiger in his hand. His fingers wrapped around them just tight enough to keep them from moving. He was bored on his way home from school, and picked up a couple of football players that were on their way to practice. Most of the students knew to just accept it if they got caught up by him. The fox, did not know this.

"Come on Dimalo. We got practice. Let us go."

Dimalo brought the three very close to his face, his eyes filling their entire view. The fox seemed to instantly regret opening his mouth.

"Not before I make you all- ."

"Make them what son?"

Dimalo turned around, and looked up to see his mother at the door, looking down at him. She was about as suburban as a suburb mom looked. She was a bit round, and had a hairdo that says she would like to speak to the manager. She never approved of his macro tendencies, and today she was especially unhappy. She walked to him, and held out her hand.

"Dimalo Wittu. Hand them over. Now."

Grumpy he was caught, he opened his hand, and watched his playthings tumble into the hand of his mother. She raised them to her face to talk to them.

"After I talk to my son, I'll take you boys back to where he took you from. Ok?"

"Yes ma'am."

The three jocks were a bit uncomfortable as they were placed into a giant fannypack, but it beat the alternative. They also got a good view of watching a macro get yelled at by his mom.

"The school called me this morning. You didn't do your volunteering like you told me you did. You need this volunteer credit to graduate. Now I caught you snatching people up again?! Are you thinking about your future at all?"

Dimalo said nothing, because she didn't understand. While messing with smaller students was easy, the other macros messed with him just as much. He was the shortest macro of all the macros in the school. The things he did to the smaller students, it was the only way he felt big. She didn't understand what he was going through. His mother was about a hundred feet, along with most of the macros at school. Dimalo was smaller, at only fifty three feet tall.

"Lucky for you, I found a solution for this problem."

He watched as she pulled her phone out of her fanny pack, almost forgetting the boys were in there as they almost got pulled out with it. She dialed a phone number and put it on speaker. After a moment, the call was answered.

"Reed's Cakery, this is Reed."

"Hello Reed. This is Ms.Wittu."

"Ah Francine! Have you called back to give me your answer?"

"Why yes I am. My son just got home, and I wanted to tell you while he was here."

"Tell me what Mom?"

"I really want to thank your son for volunteering for helping at my charity event."

As Dimalo stood there frustrated, his mother stood there with a warm smile.

"It's no problem at all. This charity event for the Micro Rights Organization is just the volunteering my son is glad to help with."

"Well thank you again Francine. Please make sure your son shows up at the event center downtown right after school tomorrow. Take care!"

"Bye Reed!"

She hung up, and pointed Dimalo inside.

"I'll be dropping these boys off where you grabbed them up. Go to your room and start your homework."

"Yes Mom."

As she walked off, Dimalo walked inside. He closed the door behind him, and walked down the hallway to his room. He tossed his backpack to the side, climbed up the side of his bed, and flopped onto it. He blankly stared at his ceiling for a few minutes, angry his mom not only took his victims away, but forced him to volunteer for some stupid charity.

Dimalo rolled to the side his bed, and booted up his laptop. He opened up his browser, and searched up Reed first.

"Let's see. Reed's Cakery."

He knew Reed was known for his cakes, and that his mom would never shut up about how good they are. His search brought him to a website for the place in question. It was more of less of a basic blog. Spoke of sales, prices, reviews, and a separate tab for events. Clicking the tab brought up a post about the charity event he was being forced to work at. Dimalo read off a little bit of it to see what he was sucked into.

"The popular Reed Yenara of Reed's Cakery is hosting a charity event for the Micro Rights Organization this Friday at the downtown event center. His hope is that this event helps raise enough funds to help the MRO in their upcoming campaign to protest the law against micros running for political positions in government."

Getting annoyed, he switched to his homework in hopes to distract himself. He made enough of an attempt on his algebra, writing assignment, and macro history to scrape by a passing grade. Then went back to his bed, waiting for his mom to come back and make dinner. It's usually how the day went anyways. They argue, he barely tries on his homework, argue some more, she makes dinner, rinse and repeat. It would be another half an hour before his mother returned.

"Dimalo! I'm home! I brought dinner and you got mail!"

He hopped down from his bed, made his way downstairs, and saw a large white box sitting in the doorway while his mom was taking her shoes and fanny pack off. Next to it was a frozen pizza is a plastic bag. Odd, since she usually loves to cook. She noticed his confusion.

"I was going to make dinner, but I remembered I had a coupon for a free frozen pizza, so I grabbed it instead. Also, that package is from Reed. Seems he had it delivered personally while I was gone. How he managed that is a mystery to me."

It was a fairly large box. It had a letter taped on top, which Dimalo read first.

Dear Mr. Wittu,

I want to thank you again for agreeing to volunteer. Your assistance in this event is essential and extremely helpful. You're the only macro working at this event, but someone of your stature will help show the world that everyone of every size believes that micros deserve rights. Volunteering at this event will complete any volunteering credits you require at school. Working at this event also makes you eligible for not only the Micro Rights Organization College Scholarship, but the college scholarship I hand out personally. Packaged inside this box is the uniform volunteers must wear, along with some samples of the cakes we are serving at the event. Please try both of these things before coming to the event. I hope to see you there.

Sincerely,

Reed Yenara

P.S. I left a coupon for a free cake in the envelope for your mother. I hear she's a fan of my work.

As soon as he finished reading, he saw his mother reach around him, and fish the coupon out of the envelope. Dimalo turned to see his mother crouching behind him. He immediately became furious.

"Don't do that! You know I hate it when you do that!"

"Do what?"

"Crouching! You don't need to constantly remind me!"

"Remind you of wha-? Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!"

The dragon stormed off to his room, while his mother stood up and tried to apologize. She would sometimes forget her son had a slight size problem, and it led to moments like this. The doctors always told her some macros just don't grow to full size, and that it was pure chance that it would happen. When he began bullying almost every non-macro at his school this year, it was clear a problem was showing up. Once the charity event was announced, Francine had called Reed, hoping someone with a similar height challenge could talk to her son. She hoped a talk with him would help Dimalo somehow.

After a quiet dinner that night, it was off to bed. Dimalo hopped off his chair, and made his way upstairs. His delivered box was sitting in the middle of his room. Remembering the cake samples inside, he fished them out. In a smaller cardboard box sat two small squares of cake. One was labeled Fudge Delight and the other was Vanilla Dream. He ate the fudge first, and was pleasantly surprised at how delicious it was. The most cake he had was from the grocery store, so this was a first for him. He ate the vanilla as well and made a mental note on how they tasted.

Dimalo looked into the box and saw the suit he had to wear. It was all white with a red tie. He slipped on the jacket, and it went perfectly with his black scales. It was fairly comfy for him. He folded the jacket back up and placed it into the box. He climbed into his bed, knowing tomorrow would be another boring day.

The morning was fairly uneventful. A quiet breakfast with mom, which led to a quiet walk to school. He only lived a mile away, so it was a short walk. He made it to school, and ducked into class right after the teacher. He took his seat in the second row from the front. Most of the morning was an annoying blur. When the lunch bell rang, he just hoped they wouldn't bother him today.

He grabbed his lunch out of his backpack as he walked towards the cafeteria. All around him, his taller peers made their way there as well. The macro section had plenty of seats open since most of the macros were still in line. Dimalo literally hopped into a seat by the door so he could leave as soon as he was done. He opened his bag to see his meal. Two slices of leftover pizza, some carrots, a granola bar, and a chocolate pudding cup. Right before he reached for his pizza, the lunch bag was snatched out of his hands. He immediately turned around and looked up. It was Fen. The gray wolf who made school hell for him. He was extremely tall for his age, at a hundred and twenty feet. The black dragon didn't even come up to the wolf's waist when standing. The bag was dangled high up in the air.

"Come on gecko, jump for it!"

"Give it back Fen!"

"Sure. Thanks for the free pizza."

The gray wolf dropped the bag, and Dimalo managed to catch it. Fen had taken the pizza, and walked off while laughing. The black dragon got back in his seat, and ate in silence.

The rest of the school day was boring. Dimalo got his homework in his backpack, and made his way home. A dark shadow went over him. He didn't even bother looking up.

"Go away Fen."

"Just having a walk gecko."

"Can you not walk over me?"

"I can't help that it's fun."

The annoyed dragon made it to his house, and Fen kept walking. Even he doesn't mess with Dimalo's mom. He walked to the door, and his mom opened it, suit in hand. She grabbed his backpack, and handed him the suit.

"Hurry up and change so I can drive you to the event."

Dimalo went upstairs and changed. He tossed off his clothes, and put on the suit. He hadn't worn a suit since halloween last year when he went as a zombie lawyer. The pants had a hole for his tail, and his shirt as well as jacket fit nicely. The clothes felt almost tailored to him specifically. He went downstairs, tie in hand. His mom always had to do his tie for him. As soon as he was halfway down the stairs, he heard a camera snap. He groaned in annoyance.

"Don't give me that mister. This is one of the few times I'll see you in a suit, and I will savor this moment."

"While you're savoring, can you do my tie?"

Francine quickly did his tie, then ushered him to the car. He tugged at the collar, then grumbled a bit. She sighed to herself. She wasn't oblivious to his desire to not do this. When Reed called that morning to double check Dimalo was still coming, she checked he was still okay talking to him about his problems. Both were lost in thought as they pulled up to the event center's macro entrance. They had a quick hug, a mention of pickup time, and a goodbye.

Once he passed through the doors, Dimalo followed the signs. It was a short walk. Before he reached the end of the hallway, he heard some shouting from below. He looked down to see a small hyena waving up at him. Crouching down, the black dragon gave a sheepish wave.

"Dimalo! I'm so happy you're here!"

"H-Hello Mr.Yenara."

"Mind picking me up? The delivery guy left the event center on the desk."

Dimalo gingerly laid his hand on the ground. The tiny hyena climbed on. He slowly raised himself up, stretched his hand up above his hand, and placed it next to the small box-like object on the counter. It was definitely a small building. Even next to the small hyena. It didn't seem to be any bigger than his hand. The dragon scratched his head, wondering how this was gonna work out. Reed seemed to have seen this confusion.

"I plan to have you hold the box for the pre-event. After my welcoming speech, you'll place the box down. We'll shrink you down, then have you join the other volunteers for serving the cake. They're already inside getting tables placed."

"Wait! S-Shrunk?"

"Well, there's no other way to fit you in there my dear boy. It's a simple spell I already set up. Remember the cakes I had you try yesterday?"

"Yes?"

"Well, the Fudge Delight had a one-use shrinking spell that's triggered by a word infused in it. The reversing spell was infused in the Vanilla Dream. It's perfectly safe I promise."

As Reed conversed on about the pre-event plans, Dimalo tried to hide his mix of concern and annoyance. He's never been shrunk before. He couldn't say no, and he couldn't leave either. He needed the volunteer credits or no graduation. If he left, he ran the risk of someone at school saying the shrinking word on accident. He stood up straight as Reed looked at him oddly. Before he could continue, a small dot of a horse ran out of the small box over to the hyena. He squatted down and listened to the horse for a moment before he nodded at him. He then ran back inside.

"Okay, I gotta go help the volunteers move some of the large stuff. Mind lifting the lid and letting me in?"

Dimalo carefully lifted the lid. Gently holding Mr.Yenara with two fingers, he placed him inside the building. There wasn't much to it. An entrance area in the front. The rest of the space was dedicated to seating for a lot of guests. There were micros setting up tables all over. There was a stage with a podium. He didn't see any kitchen. There was a long table to the side. The hyena was helping move some stage décor while stepping over the working micros. It looked like a mural of micros and macros holding hands, somehow. After the décor was put in place, Reed checked his watch. He shouted up to Dimalo.

"I lost track of time! The pre-event is in fifteen minutes! I need you to carry us to the spot I told you! The guard will let you in!"

The black dragon nodded, and closed the lid. He carefully slid the building onto his hand. He took a deep breath as he steadied his hold. The walk down the hallway was relatively short, but felt much longer. Careful steps taken. The guard at the entrance to the micro section was a large doberman. As expected, he was twice as tall as Dimalo. On his waistband was a shrink-ray. He looked at the house, then glared at the nervous dragon. He stepped to the side, and gestured for him to enter.

It was nerve-wracking being in the micro section. There was a walking path for macros, but the risk of a stray micro still lingered. He didn't want to lose his chance at graduation over a misstep. The masses of random groups of micros would disperse away from his presence. After a few moments, the area was reached. A small section of the exposed wall where the building could sit in front of. There was a small platform to place the building on. He rose the lid to see the preparation was finished.

"I'm here Mr.Yenara."

"Great! Lift me out. The attendees should start showing up any minute! Remember to hold the building up until I tell you to put it down. Then I'll shrink you in front of everyone. After that, you'll head inside ahead of everyone and join the volunteers. They'll fill you in on the rest."

As he placed Mr.Yenara in front of the building platform, micros started to file in from the hole in the wall. It was hard to see their faces from up here, but the way they moved was a clear sign they were nervous. He took a deep breath as the speech began.

"Welcome all! It's great to see so many of you! I'm sure you all see our volunteer up there Mr.Wittu. He graciously volunteered for this event. Like the growing number of non-micro supporters, Mr.Wittu believes that micros deserve to be properly represented in the government. Mr.Wittu, if you could please place the building down."

On cue, Dimalo placed the building down on the platform. He got lucky and lined ut up on the platform first try. He flipped the little latches on to secure the building down. He stood to the side of the building, his feet one step away from the crowd.

"Now of course we can't fit Mr.Wittu inside. We'll have to bring him down to a much more, manageable stature."

On the words 'manageable stature', Dimalo's vision went very blurry. It felt as if everything swirled around him. It was like dropping out of the sky. Gravity kept pulling him down. When the sensation finally stopped, he took a moment to regain his vision. As the blurriness faded, he felt a soft wrap gently wrap around him. The hand was of a light brown fur. The voice of the giant boomed a little. It was a foreign sensation. The now louder voices of the crowd murmured with exictement and shock.

"There. Now he can join us."

He turned around to look at Reed. Mr.Yenara was massive! Rather, Dimalo was now much smaller. Before he could question his new stature, the dragon was placed on the ground at the hyenas feet. The same horse from earlier ran out of the building. The building now looked akin to an actual building! What once sat in his hand, now dwarfed him immensely. The horse was walked up to him. The horse was twice his size! He was too shocked to realize he was now the smallest one there. The horse ushered him inside as Reed continued his speech.

"The volunteers are adjusting the tables as they got shuffled from you earlier. Mr.Yenara said to give you this to drink. He said it should help with the side effects of shrinking so fast."

A bottle was handed to Dimalo. The dragon didn't question it. He drank the bottle with haste. As soon as he finished the bottle, the lightheaded sensation was gone. Now he could focus. Now he could notice how he was standing amongst micros. All twice his size. He had no time to contemplate his situation. Had to power through.

The attendees were pouring in, being led by a shrunken Reed. Mr.Yenara had shrunk himself down. He was smaller than the guests as well. Seems they were similar in size when on the same scale. The attendees seated themselves. Dimalo and his fellow volunteers were handed trays of pre-sliced cake. How the cake got there he didn't know. They dispersed into the crowd.

Every table he approached, the small dragon kept preparing himself for ridicule. Gone from a macro, to half the size of a micro. If Fen saw him like this, he would never hear the end of it. He kept being surprised every time. No one was mentioning his size. They still were talking to him like he was still a macro. Thanking him for helping this event. Praising him for representing the macro community. Appreciating him just for being there. Why were they being so nice to him? Any macro at normal size wouldn't even recognize their existence. In school, he would read his history book about how micros hated macros for even existing. Yet here they were, being nice to him.

The serving tray was finally empty. He went back to the serving area where he got the tray. Behind the long table was Mr.Yenara, standing on a chair. His hands glowing a swirling mix of orange and bright turquoise. Balls of the swirling energy would splash onto the trays, making more pre-sliced cake. While Dimalo had heard of his cakemancy, he never saw it in person. Assumed it was a marketing gimmick. After a number of employees left with refilled trays, Reed came down from the chair. He climbed under the table, and over to Dimalo. As they stood in front of eachother, it seemed Mr.Yenara was taller than the dragon by a full head.

"Dimalo. I was hoping we could talk."

"Is everything ok Mr.Yenara?"

"Yes. Just follow me over here where we can talk in private."

He followed Mr.Yenara to a table lower to the ground. Almost scaled for them. He got into a seat, and the hyena got in the chair next to him.

"I made sure when I had this building commissioned, that the table sets had one just for those of our size. Must be nice finally having a chair that doesn't make your feet hang in the air."

"It is. Mr.Yenara, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Am I in trouble?"

"Not at all! I just wanted to check how you were doing. I did kind of shrink you on the spot, then rushed you into the event in the span of twenty minutes. Planning isn't my strong suit."

"Did you...tell everyone to be nice to me?"

"Nope. Why would you think that?"

"In school, I learned that micros hate macros. I thought that being smaller than them would make them hate me more."

"It's always been a misconception that micros hate macros. It's because of teaching like that I was ecstatic when you volunteered. The Micro Rights Organization not only fights for micro rights, but wants to undo decades of size prejudice. Before I gained my magical skills I have now, I was bullied for my size. I took my anger out on anyone smaller than me. Did some things to micros I'm not proud of. I'm someone who understands your situation."

Dimalo looked at Mr.Yenara, misty-eyed. He found himself overwhelmed with emotion. Micros were being nice to him, and now someone who understood. They hyena handed him a napkin to wipe his eyes with. As he did, he felt a soft hand on his shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong with your size Dimalo. Don't ever let anyone convince you there is."

Before the teary dragon could thank him for the kind words, he was cut off by sudden shaking. Everyone was knocked around by the massive shake. The roof lifted suddenly. The roof was replaced with a large eye. A thunderous voice followed.

"So this is where gecko's volunteering? Wonder if he's in there? Either way, y'all are comin' with me!"

Fen? How did he get here? How did he know he was here? He thought for a brief moment before slapping his forehead in frustration. Mom's camera auto posts any picture she takes. She must've talked about his volunteering.

"Mr.Yenara, this is my fault. My-."

"Don't beat yourself up. I'll handle this."

The horse from earlier ran up to Mr.Yenara with a megaphone. It was switched on, and pointed up to the macro wolf.

"This is a peaceful meeting of micros. Please leave or I will call security."

"I don't talk to bugs! Pipe down while I get this building up."

It seemed Fen wasn't bright enough to figure out the latches. The building shook while the wolf tried to figure them out.

"You leave me no choice. Security is on their way."

"Like they're gonna do anything."

Akin to lightning and thunder, a green flash of light was followed by a gargantuan echo. Dimalo looked away as Fen was enveloped by a green light. When he looked back, the lid was being closed. Mr.Yenara was walking back to the table where the black dragon sat. His hand was closed. Everyone else resumed their cake consumption. When the hyena opened his hand, a small gray wolf tumbled out onto the table. It was Fen! The now small wolf shook his head before looking up to Dimalo. Said small wolf was now absolutely terrified.

"H-H-Hey Dimalo. Buddy? D-D-Don't do anything hasty now."

Dimalo tapped his chain for a moment, contemplating. He snapped his fingers. He whispered to Reed, who nodded. With a swirl of his magic, two slices of chocolate cake appeared. One for the dragon, and one for the wolf.

"Why gecko?"

"Because."