"Hey," said a piping voice.
I looked down. He was a perfect miniature of a middle-aged man, with a receding hairline, slacks, and a powder-blue shirt. He looked like an office manager, not a hiker.
"I'm Norm," he said.
"I'm lost," I told him. "I need to find the highway."
"No!" said Norm. "You should stay!"
"Hey!" Three more copies of Norm appeared, varying in size. A full-size version loomed behind them.
"Don't fuss," said the big Norm. "We can tell you'll fit right in."
I looked down. My shirt was already fading to a light, soothing powder-blue...
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