Too big for the Enchanted Forest.

"Hold on, Lola!" you say. "Can't you just wish yourself back to normal size? Better put me down first."

She does so and then says "I WISH I WAS BACK TO MY NORMAL SIZE!"

But she stays 100 feet tall. Instead, the leaves on the trees turn brown and fall from the dead branches. "OH NO!" she sobs "I'M TOO BIG FOR THE WISH TO WORK! I'VE KILLED THE FOREST!"

"Looks as like we'll have to go to Ireland after all, Lola." you say, patting her giant toe.

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