Looking upwards, you see that the kids have been dressed in matching yellow macintoshes to shield them from the rain, yet beneath they're still in their swimsuits, the feet looming directly ahead of you bare and threatening.
Well, their mother didn't notice you climbing on her leg, so why should her daughter? The girl, leaving fewer crumbs, must be eating slower, more carefully than her sibling. You'll have more time to scavenge before the food is all gone, right?
So, with a deep breath you step up to the child's gargantuan left foot - the furthest from her brother's roving eyes - and rub your hands together in preparation.
You climbed the much taller leg of her mother not too long ago, so this girl should be easy in comparison! Of course, you've taken a nasty fall since then, and are both tired and hungry. And there's no coating of suntan lotion to aid your grip...
Bah! You cast such doubts from your mind, striding manfully up to the great heel. Your fingers unclench as you reach out, tenderly stroking skin surprisingly thick and rough for one so young. You freeze, waiting for that foot to kick out, or someone to gasp as spotting you - when you find yourself undisturbed you take tight grip with both hands and heave yourself upwards.
Blood pulses beneath you as you haul yourself from handhold to handhold, sinking fingers into gaps between skin cells, taking hold of miniscule hairs where you can to provide more certain leverage. It's no walk in the park, but this climb is totally doable.
Above, the feasting child gods babble to each other, the gentle teasing of siblings everywhere, as the boy finishes his meal. Still hungering, he reaches for his sister's fries...
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