The tiny little ten inch tall suezo approached his new master. He beamed up at him happily, his single, big, expressive hazel eye shining. His big, expressive mouth split into a wide, gormless grim. "Uheehee!" he vocalized in that trademark suezo way, his voice high pitched and squeaky. "My name widdle Dinky! Am I your new widdal monstur?" The man's heavily booted foot stepped down on the nubby tip of Dinky's tailfoot, trapping it in the dirt. Dinky instantly started to panic, trying desperately to escape. He flailed everywhere, the smile wiped off his face, his eye bulging in terror. "No! No! Stop! Owwies! Lemme doe!" Every which way he flailed, stretched, and reached -- but there was no escape. Dirty and dust sprayed everywhere, the tiny baby suezo squealing and whining. "Wemme doe! Pwease! Pwease! Owwies! You're hurting me!!" The man stepped onto his tailfoot even further, just a slight, effortless re-adjustment of his foot, trapping the bottom third of Dinky's tailfoot now. The little monster could no longer hold himself up with that much of his tailfoot trapped, and was forced to lie flat. He continued to squirm helplessly. His face contorted into an anguished expression, reddening, as he started to full out sob at the top of his tiny baby lungs. "WAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! PWEASE WEMME DOEEEE! STOP!! DAT HURTS DINKY!!! DINKY SOWWY!!" Now the man's boot covered his entire tailfoot. Only his round head and face was left protruding. "Pwease helmee...!" he croaked weakly from his desperate position. He sucked in hitching, hiccuping sobs, his face bright red, tears streaming from his single eye into his own mouth. "You're cwushing me! Pwease let Dinky doe! Dinky sowwy!!" The man waited there, pulling out a newspaper and reading it, ignoring Dinky. A few times, people passed by. "Pwease helmee...!!" Dinky would croak at them desperately. "Pwwee-EEEEAAAAAASE!!" his voice rose into a high pitched, pig-like squeal, utterly inhuman, desperate, and afraid. But people thought Dinky was so stupid he wasn't even worth rescuing. They just rolled their eyes and kept walking. Half an hour passed, Dinky's poor little head all that was showing. Sometimes he fell into silence, except for his quick, shallow panting. Sometimes he would start begging, squealing, or crying again, only to give up in exhaustion and start the whole cycle again. Beneath the man's boot, a puddle of the tiny baby monster's urine started to form. "Pwease wet Dinky doe...I'll be a good widdle monster...pwease...you'll see! Pwease, I'm sowwy..." Finally, the man stepped off of Dinky. His tiny tailfoot was crumpled in the dirt. "Pwease help Dinky..." he croaked, but the man walked away. Dinky could barely drag himself along. He left a small trail in the dirt as he tried to inch and crawl along. "Pwease...I'm hurting...I'm sirsty..." The sun started to set as Dinky crawled slowly and desperately along. It didn't look like anyone was going to stop and rescue him, even as night started to fall. He would likely fall victim to a predator or dehydration.