Jeremiah shook off the gurgling in his gut, and carried on working, as if nothing happened.
Soon, evening began to descend.
"Ah well." Jeremiah mused. "Maybe I'll try the fountain again tomorrow."
He went back to his farmhouse for dinner, and then, he went to bed, to get up early for the next day.
He took off his farm clothes, then changed into his pyjamas, which, for some strange reason, seemed tighter on his body than usual.
"Huh." Jeremiah said, staring at his PJs. "My PJs look smaller."
All the same, he got into bed and fell asleep.
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The sun rose over the dairy farm the next day.
Jeremiah awoke with a yawn, and scratched his chest. It was about then he noticed something... peculiar.
When he looked down at himself, he saw his pyjamas were reduced to scraps on his body.
It hit him like a freight train - the fountain had worked after all. He had doubled in size!
"Holy cow!" Jeremiah exclaimed. "I've doubled in size!"