Question

I have always wished that I could be tiny again. Maybe even the size of a whisper.
“Mom, how small is a whisper?” I asked.

“A whisper?” she asked. “I imagine very small, Mark. How come?”

“Olivia is tiny. I want to be tiny again too, and a whisper might be a good tiny size to be,” I said.

“Olivia is a baby, but you are a big boy. Why do you want to be tiny again?” my mom asked.

“I don’t remember being tiny. I think being tiny again would be fun. If I was tiny again then you could carry me around just like Olivia,” I said.

“I could tell you stories of when you were tiny,” my mom suggested.

“No, that will not work,” I said. “I need to be tiny in a whispered sort of way.”

I headed off to my room and closed the door. With my door closed, Mom couldn’t bother me in my transformation to become a whisper. I felt excited about being tiny again and did a little dance.

After my dance, I grabbed my photo album and flashlight off my bookcase. I walked over and closed my blinds so that it would be very dark. Then I sat in the middle of my bed. I opened the photo album full of my baby pictures and shined my flashlight on them. After I had the pictures in my memory, I switched off the flashlight so I could concentrate. Nothing happened. I needed help. I shone my flashlight around my room until I found what I needed. My secret weapon!

Placing my football helmet on my head, I once again sat on my bed. I pointed the flashlight at the pictures quickly and then shut it off. I closed my eyes and thought really hard. I was still having trouble, so I placed both my hands firmly on my helmet. My hands will help keep my powers from escaping. I whispered, “Mark, baby Mark. Tiny baby Mark.”

Then I stopped whispering and thought again, tiny like a whisper. Then slowly I started to feel like a whisper, which is really quite small, the size of lint from a belly button. The same tiny as in the baby pictures of me. I had tiny fingers, toes, arms, legs, and even my belly button was tiny too. I had done it! I had become the size of a whisper. I jumped off my bed, tore off my helmet, and open my bedroom door.

“Mom, Mom,” I called running down the hall.

“Yes Mark, what is it?” she asked.

“I did it. I became the size of a whisper!” I said, falling into her lap.

“Oh no,” I added. “What happened? I’m not tiny anymore. It didn’t last.”

“It’s okay Mark. Tell me how tiny a whisper was,” my mom said.

“The size of belly button lint,” I proudly said.

“Goodness, that is small,” she said with a smile. “But I like y
ou as a big boy instead,” she added, squeezing me, “because big boys get to help me make cookies.”

“Then I am a big boy and not the size of a whisper,” I told my mom.

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Q1. what makes him change his mind about becoming little?

Answer 1

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Answer 2

Answer:

The fact that his mother likes him as he is,that is a big boy and he would get to help his mother to make cookies

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