After a lengthy journey under the casual grazer, he had reached his destination; the head.

Quickly crouching behind a small rock, he peeked out so the pony wouldnt see him. In front of him lay the greatest site he had ever seen. The large pony was grazing on very large sections of grass at a time, and his eyes were shut in enjoyment of his meal. The small ponys eyes, however, were drawn to the long strands of saliva falling from the roof, lips, and teeth of the giants mouth. Viscous blobs of watery goo falling onto the doomed grass. A massive pink tongue protruded out to pluck the grass from the earth it lay in, and the micro watched as it was lifted into the great maw, hardly chewed, and then swallowed, only then visible as a lump in the giants neck. The hypnotic state he was in was abruptly interrupted by a long breath. The giant pony had let out a gust of air before taking another sample from the ground. Minuscule though he was, it did not blow him away thanks to the cover of the small rock he was next to, but he took a deep breath of the larger ponys air. It smelled of vegetation.

Today is the day, he quietly whispered to himself again. today is the day