Feeling small has never been a particularly good feeling, if you’re talking about how tall you are, or how small you are compared to everyone around you. Normally, whenever someone calls you small, it is of bad intentions, and that’s why I hate being so small. Not many people think someone like me would actually care about being small, but yes, in fact, I do. How am I supposed to see the world, or have a good life if I’m such a small being? What would you do if you saw a little frog hopping down the sidewalk? Would you step on me? Or pick me up? I suppose if you were a rather nice fellow, you’d ask me where I’m going, and perhaps help me along on my journey. But I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon.