The Tiny Misshapen Being

Now I will tell you about the Tiny Misshapen Being. 

The Tiny Misshapen Being wears wicker-weave sandals and climbs through the hole in your jeans to fight the parasites. It uses a toothpick spork for a trident; and, when it’s finished with its daily duties, it rides around on the tongue of your shoe.

“Come on,” says the Tiny Misshapen Being, “let’s battle the insects.” And it fights the bugs so furiously that it almost looks like it’s making love to them. 

Now the Tiny Misshapen Being is currently fighting a giant crab that crawled out of the suit of the nearest superhero. Next, some rats from New York City arrive and deposit their droppings all over the midground. This spells disaster for someone operating on a microscopic level. Finally, the Tiny Misshapen Being shouts: “Help! I am stuck on a piece of gum!”