"C'mon Pete, learn to run." Melanie called, though she didn't have to - at Peter's size, he could hear even the faintest whisper. "If ya don't get outta the way you know what's gonna happen."
Of course Peter knew what would happen. And he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. The two titanic, eager, feet that were now locked on to getting him under their embrace as soon as possible were going get what they wanted. Still, he ran, because if he didn't - well, Melanie didn't like people who "didn't have much fight in em'."
Melanie smiled as the diminutive boy started sprinting in the other direction, she gradually lifted right foot, knowing that if she just went right ahead she could catch him no problem - unlike other bugs trained for speed, a "walking bug" like Peter ran just as fast as they did when they weren't bug-sized - not fast at all.
Peter kept running, he escaped the ominous shadow of her foot in no time at all, and was fully expecting her to stomp down any moment. But