"No, it isn't!" she protested as the creature was swept away. "How would you like it if someone did that to you?"
That night as she slept, a voice whispered.
"Fear not, for one day you'll grow tall and strong, and no one will wash you away."
In her dreams, she towered over a city, stomping through it, floods washing away the citizens below. On her shoulders rested tiny creatures, inconsequential to some but millions in number.
She saw her father running.
"It's just a little bug."