When Mickey John soon got out of the fountain's main basin, and shook off the excess water, and dried off with his beach towel, he seemed to shrink, about a bit off of his original height.
"Oh, my." He said, staring at the beach towel in his hands. "My beach towel's got bigger. How did that happen?"
Of course, it wasn't his beach towel getting bigger, it was him that was getting smaller.
And speaking of smaller, Mickey John became another bit smaller than before. The top of his head was almost level with the patio table.
"The Fountain of Size did work! I...I'm shrinking!" He said, awestruck, as he stared at his feet, as the shrinkage continued, making him lower than the patio table, and almost immediately smaller than the patio chair.
He lifted his right foot up, and wriggled his shrinking toes.
Luckily for Mickey John, his bright red shorty wetsuit was shrinking with him.
Soon,the shrinkage has stopped, and Mickey John soon saw that he was now no bigger than a bottle of lemonade.