The Pretts, Part Two.

Josellia stopped playing with the other Pretts, and she no longer gathered food. She couldn't bring herself to step through her doorway. Even glancing out the window brought a wince and a shiver.

At first, her friends brought her meals. Soups, salads, pies, and cobblers graced her table. Josellia didn't just hate the Giant, though. She began to resent other Pretts, especially those who had never been caught in the rain. She began to watch the smooth, symmetrical Pretts with furrowed brows and pursed lips. Those who fed her became the object of her bitterness.
"Don't come here just to stare at me!" She shouted one day.
The angrier she became, the less she wanted help from anyone else.
"They only come here because they think they're better than me. I don't need them. I don't need anyone," she muttered to herself.
Meals became scarce until one day, when the Pretts stopped coming by at all.

After days without food, Josellia began plotting the quickest way to get to the vegetables and back inside. She stared out the door, released the doorknob from her quivering fingers, Josellia gasped, and stepped out into the sunlight. She hobbled around her neighbors' houses and down a short path. Each step shot pain through her tiny frame and reminded her how slow her walking was now.

"Six more steps. Five more steps. Four more steps," she coughed.

Then, the ground shook. She heard a rumble. Josellia shrieked as drops began to fall from the sky. The Giant brought the rain.