And so he was. Mrs Twit was getting the dreaded shrinks, too! And this time it wasn't a fake. It was the real thing!
Their heads shrank into their necks . . .
Then their necks began shrinking into their bodies . . .
And their bodies began shrinking into their legs . . .
And their legs began shrinking into their feet . . .
And one week later, on a nice sunny afternoon, a man called Fred came round to read the gas meter. When nobody answered the door, Fred peeped into the house and there he saw, on the floor of the living-room, two bundles of old clothes, two pairs of shoes and a walking-stick. There was nothing more left in this world of Mr and Mrs Twit.
And everyone, including Fred, shouted . . . 'hooray!'