Through the blue sky little Archie flew. Higher than any ant he ever knew. Below him the dreaded Big Foot Land: plains of green, lakes and desert land. On the horizon a forest appeared; beautiful, majestic, yet slightly weird. The trees had no leaves, fruit or vines, but millions of needles like porcupines. As the sphere got closer, the tiny pins looked more like razo-sharp javelins. Archie held on to all he could grab, afraid of becoming an ant-kebab...