As it turned out, Alfie's clothes were shrinking.
He had once tripped and fell into a pond a few minutes ago, drenching his clothes.
Now, his clothes were shrinking. He realised what was up. "Ah crap!" he snapped. "'Dry clean only'. That's how they get ya."
Alfie ran right out the alley, and kept on running down the street.
Before too long, his movement was heavily restricted by his tightening clothes, and he was now reduced to a awkward staggering.
it was only a matter of time till the cops found him.
Suddenly, his leather belt snapped in two, with the buckle going off with a ping, shooting all the way to the rubbish bins.
before too long, his feet began to chafe. his shoes were now getting from size 9 to size 6, and now his feet were hurting.
"Gotta.... keep.... going...." Alfie squeaked, for His face was now very rapidly turning purple, from not being able to breathe.