Harry waited, and waited, and waited.
but Nothing happened.
"This is stupid." Harry muttered. "I don't think the fountain of size worked at all." He felt silly and didn't want to admit that part of him had really expected this to work.
He went back inside the house, took off his black fleece vest coat, and drifted off watching the 6 o'clock news, and woke up about 10 minutes later.
Afterward, he had his dinner, but it was then he noticed something after doing his washing up - his clothing looked somewhat different on him.
"Huh." He said. "my clothes seem to have grown a bit."
He felt his baggy-looking jeans.
What Harry didn't know was that the Fountain of Size had worked after all - he was shrinking, in small spurts, down in size, similar to Scott Carey, 'The Incredible Shrinking Man'.
And of course, he'd failed to take into account that the effects of the Fountain's water had no effect on clothing.
Harry was shrinking, and he didn't even know it!