Tabitha was trying everything to make herself normal size again. She concentrated and concentrated. She was even giving herself a headache. But her head was pushing against the ceiling and her clothes were ripping. She could hear something cracking above her. It was obvious that the ceiling was going to break if she didn’t stop herself.
“Ok Tabitha think small,” she thought. “Think small.”
She concentrated on everything making her small. She started to shed a tear and she slowly saw the room grow around her. She gave a sigh of relief before going back down to about 5’8. She panted a little in exhaustion. But now her dress was ruined. She went to the closet to see what there was.
Tabitha picked out a beautiful dress. But she put it on and it was too big for her. But she just smiled in the mirror.
"This is a little something that size changing can solve," she said to herself. She then concentrated and she grew an extra 2 inches and now the dress fitted her beautifully. "I feel like a real princess in this." She then looked at the old dress. "But what to do with this? If anyone finds it they'll be suspicious."
In the end she chucked them onto the fire and she watched it burn. She was ad to see a nice dress go. But people at this time in history were superstitious.