...the balloon slipped out of his fingers and began to fly around the room like an out-of-control rocket. FFPPPPPPPP...
“Whoops,” said Jim. He chuckled a moment at his mistake, but then stopped as he was hit by the horrible realization that he was shrinking. The balloon was still controlling his age! He was getting younger!
“Crap!”
He had to stop the balloon before it made him too young. He frantically tried to grab the balloon, but it was moving too fast to catch and his reach was getting shorter and shorter as it deflated. That raspberry noise it made seemed to mock his futile attempts to catch it and stop his descent into childhood.
Then, to Jim’s horror, the balloon came to rest on top of a bookcase high above him, and his shrinking stopped. Looking around, he could tell he was much smaller than before as the whole room appeared gigantic to him. And, there the balloon sat, way up on top of the bookcase, far out of his reach. Without it, he wouldn’t be able to get back his normal age.
Although he was afraid to see how young he had become, he knew he had to look at himself. Jim reluctantly looked down to see that he had become...