Most people walked past, assuming it was a typo or a bad pun about "joking." But Arthur, a man who took everything—including his height—far too seriously, decided to step inside.
"Wait!" Arthur squeaked, his voice now sounding like a frantic cricket. "How do I get back?" 4- shrinke ~ Joe_King Says
The sign on the velvet-draped booth in the corner of the carnival read: Most people walked past, assuming it was a
Joe King’s face was now a moon-sized landscape above him. He smiled, a terrifyingly kind expression. "You don't get back to being big, Arthur. You get back to being real . Once you’re small enough to fit through the eye of a needle, you’ll find the door to the whole world." He smiled, a terrifyingly kind expression
"Joe King says..." the giant voice boomed from above, "that the view is much better from down here."
Before Arthur could ask what that last one meant, the room began to expand. Or rather, Arthur began to descend. The floorboards turned into vast wooden plains. The legs of Joe King’s desk became towering mahogany pillars.