Phil Learns Pebble Kung Fu
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
doomed
"I'm keeping you with me. They won't hurt you anymore I promise," Becky said as she gave Phil a little hug.
"Thanks so much, big sis," Phil replied. He knew that his sister would always be there for him. It made him feel very happy. But still, he had to learn how to fight for himself. Or else he would continue to be stepped on... literally.
"I appreciate your help, Becky. But I still gotta learn how to defend myself somehow." Phil walked around on the palm of Becky's hand, trying to think. "I just don't know how. I'm too tiny."
Suddenly, an idea popped into Becky's head. "Hmm, there may be a way...." Holding on to Phil tightly, she took him to an empty class room. Becky then set her brother down on the floor and took a seat.
"What are we doing in here?" Phil asked, wondering what crazy scheme his sister had. At that moment, Becky took off her left shoe. A pungent aroma filled the air, making Phil choke a little bit. It seemed that Becky had been doing some running earlier in the day. The bottom of her sock was discolored yellow and dripping with sweat. In all his life, Phil have never gotten used to the smell of his sister's ripe feet. He took a few steps back to avoid the stench. "Sorry, Phil. I should have warned you..."
She continued to take off her sock, which only made the smell worse. At that moment, Phil noticed that there was a tiny, pebble in her sock. It was smooth and white and reeked of Becky's toes. Holding the pebble gently, Becky handed it to Phil. The stone still felt warm from the heat of her feet.
"This is for you, Phil," Becky said as she wiggled her toes for a bit, enjoying the chance to air them out.
"So I'm suppose to defend myself with a stinky pebble?" Phil asked, confused by his sister's offering.
"Phil, you might not remember. But years ago I took a karate class. My teacher taught me many important things. And one of those lessons was that even the mighty giant may be tripped by the lowly pebble."
"Okay, so I'm a lowly pebble. That won't make me any stonger." Phil cast the pebble aside, looking a bit disappointed.
"Listen, Phil. Even though you're itsy bitsy, you still have some strengths." Becky stood up and lifted her bare foot off the ground. "Now your training begins! Just pretend that I'm one of the girls from your karate class. What do you do?"
Phil just sat there. He didn't want to fight. What was the point? Suddenly, Becky brought her bare foot down on Phil, covering him in the terrible stench. "Becky, get your stinking toes off me!"
Becky didn't listen. She waited for her brother to fight back. Phil tried to wiggle out of the length of his sister's sweaty flesh, but couldn't. "I warned you, sis!" Phil managed to crawl toward the ball of his sister's foot. He brought his arms into position and began to tickle Becky without mercy.
Becky was caught off guard and began laughing out loud. "Wait-Heh heh heh Stop! Ha! Ha! Ha! No fair!" Becky fell backwards with non-stop laughter and landed on her side. Phil grabbed on to his sister's heel and continued with the tickle torture. "Hehehe- Please stop! Ha Ha Ha I'm-I'm about to wet my pants!"
Phil stopped and realized that he had just defeated his sister. Well, he had done this many times before. But now he realized that he could use this to his advantage.
"Gee, thanks Beckster," he said standing triumphantly on his sister's foot.
"Think-think nothing of it," Becky smiled and tried to catch her breath.
"Thanks so much, big sis," Phil replied. He knew that his sister would always be there for him. It made him feel very happy. But still, he had to learn how to fight for himself. Or else he would continue to be stepped on... literally.
"I appreciate your help, Becky. But I still gotta learn how to defend myself somehow." Phil walked around on the palm of Becky's hand, trying to think. "I just don't know how. I'm too tiny."
Suddenly, an idea popped into Becky's head. "Hmm, there may be a way...." Holding on to Phil tightly, she took him to an empty class room. Becky then set her brother down on the floor and took a seat.
"What are we doing in here?" Phil asked, wondering what crazy scheme his sister had. At that moment, Becky took off her left shoe. A pungent aroma filled the air, making Phil choke a little bit. It seemed that Becky had been doing some running earlier in the day. The bottom of her sock was discolored yellow and dripping with sweat. In all his life, Phil have never gotten used to the smell of his sister's ripe feet. He took a few steps back to avoid the stench. "Sorry, Phil. I should have warned you..."
She continued to take off her sock, which only made the smell worse. At that moment, Phil noticed that there was a tiny, pebble in her sock. It was smooth and white and reeked of Becky's toes. Holding the pebble gently, Becky handed it to Phil. The stone still felt warm from the heat of her feet.
"This is for you, Phil," Becky said as she wiggled her toes for a bit, enjoying the chance to air them out.
"So I'm suppose to defend myself with a stinky pebble?" Phil asked, confused by his sister's offering.
"Phil, you might not remember. But years ago I took a karate class. My teacher taught me many important things. And one of those lessons was that even the mighty giant may be tripped by the lowly pebble."
"Okay, so I'm a lowly pebble. That won't make me any stonger." Phil cast the pebble aside, looking a bit disappointed.
"Listen, Phil. Even though you're itsy bitsy, you still have some strengths." Becky stood up and lifted her bare foot off the ground. "Now your training begins! Just pretend that I'm one of the girls from your karate class. What do you do?"
Phil just sat there. He didn't want to fight. What was the point? Suddenly, Becky brought her bare foot down on Phil, covering him in the terrible stench. "Becky, get your stinking toes off me!"
Becky didn't listen. She waited for her brother to fight back. Phil tried to wiggle out of the length of his sister's sweaty flesh, but couldn't. "I warned you, sis!" Phil managed to crawl toward the ball of his sister's foot. He brought his arms into position and began to tickle Becky without mercy.
Becky was caught off guard and began laughing out loud. "Wait-Heh heh heh Stop! Ha! Ha! Ha! No fair!" Becky fell backwards with non-stop laughter and landed on her side. Phil grabbed on to his sister's heel and continued with the tickle torture. "Hehehe- Please stop! Ha Ha Ha I'm-I'm about to wet my pants!"
Phil stopped and realized that he had just defeated his sister. Well, he had done this many times before. But now he realized that he could use this to his advantage.
"Gee, thanks Beckster," he said standing triumphantly on his sister's foot.
"Think-think nothing of it," Becky smiled and tried to catch her breath.
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