For a second or two Aglet turns on the spot, looking frantically for somewhere he can hide. The feeling is not so much that he's grown to a size where he need not fear the great outdoors as that the rocks and grass have shrunk and can no longer offer him protection. Then there's a little voice, hardly audible over the sound of the -- oh God, look at all that water -- over the sound of the water and Aglet's own heavy breathing, and he suddenly remembers the owner of the foot.

"Oh!" He starts to turn again on the spot, looking down now, then abruptly stops, poised uncomfortably on his tiptoes as he tries very hard not to move his feet at all. "Oh, ohhhh no. Oh God, where are you?"