Quickly they ran upstairs, Maria removed her clothes, tossed them onto the floor and hasted into the bath. Meanwhile Mark sat on the bed and removed all his clothes, but he didn’t want to mess up the room so he took his and her clothes and put them on a chair.
Suddenly something small and round fell out.
Mark was of course curious and picked it up and examined it. It was a small stone with some engraved words.
“Something is small, something is big. In your hand lies the key to change the fig.”
“What the hell is this? Oh, there are more words. Hm, adtenuor.”
Suddenly he felt really strange. His complete body was under a strong pressure, so he pit the stone to the side and tried to walk around a bit, because he thought that it was only his circulation.
When he came near the chair again he thought: “What the fuck? Did the chair become bigger?”
But he continued to walk around and again he thought that the chair became bigger.
After a a few minutes the chair was as high as Mark or better Mark was as high as the chair.
He panicked because he realised that he was shrinking. Quickly he wanted to take the stone again, but somehow he couldn’t find it and soon he wasn’t even tall enough to look on the seat squab of the chair.