The boss got up, wrote a letter saying he was not well and asked someone to take over until he was better, and decided to climb out of the window. He ran to the end table near the window and climbed onto the table, and his socks fell off. The Boss propped his bare feet on
the rim of the toilet seat.
He thought about getting back onto the floor to retrieve his
socks, but what would be the point of that? He couldn't
possibly fit his feet into them.
But, while he hesitated, his other clothing continued to
become cumbersome on his rapidly dwindling frame. His pants
and undershorts slipped off and fell to the floor at the
base of the toilet.
"Damn!" he muttered.
He pulled himself onto the windowsill and pushed open the
window. By this point, his coat and shirt was weighing
him down heavily. He pulled the enormous shirt and coat over his head and dropped it to the floor, which looked a good distance
below him.
Grabbing a handkerchief, he stood naked in the window and jumped out, using the handkerchief like a parachute.
Once he was on the ground, he wrapped the handkerchief, toga-like, around his body.
He had to find a way back to normal size. But how?