Harry practiced every day and became almost proficient in his flying. And one day he found something wonderful. He had played the violin at home, but after a few lessons and a few month's worth of practice, his parents had had to sell it to help pay for some farm implements. At least that's what they told Harry.

This special day, he found an old wreck of a violin in a huge heap of various and sundry items in one of the rooms. It was on such a high mountain of items that Harry couldn't reach it without flying. But he took a little jump which started him on a flight and then with his arms, he turned just the right direction. He set himself down on the top of the heap and touched the treasure.

Harry smiled. He had loved to play his violin in the short time that he had had one at home, but he always wondered that no one else wanted to play with him or even let him join a band. He just knew he sounded wonderful and, as he had done before at home, he practiced every day for long hours.

The only problem was that Harry was the world's worst violinist and he had a tin ear. What's more, he never tuned the instrument correctly and when he played, often people held their ears and ran away as fast as possible. Sometimes they screamed in pain.

When Dr Seymour heard Harry's playing, he was rather enchanted. You see, he had a tin ear, too. In fact two of them. Seymoura, on the other hand, either took a long walk with her dog, Igor, while Harry played or else she used one of the illustrious doctor's inventions that really did work…deafening ear plugs. Dr Seymour told Harry he could keep the ancient broken down violin and Harry was ecstatic.

Seymoura came up with a wonderful suit of clothes for Harry to make him more aerodynamic. She knew he needed a wide and flowing cape which she made in bright green and blue. She made him a tight fitting matching suit. The suit and cape were designed so the wind wouldn't slow him down. She made him a matching covering for his head so his hair wouldn't fly about in the wind. She found him some old army boots that she dyed bright yellow, along with matching gloves. She found a pair of bi-plane goggles which she also dyed yellow…and for the finishing touch, she embroidered a huge "H" for Harry on his chest and on his cape in blazing, neon, see-in-the-dark yellow.

Harry put it on and looked in the mirror. "How do I look?"

"I think you look considerably smarter than normal, kiddo."

"Why, thank you, but I can't go outside looking like this. What would my Mom say?"

"Harry, if you're not embarrassed to go out in that weird get-up you came here with, you won't have a problem with this."

"This is a bit loud."

"Not as loud your violin playing. Besides, you have to be seen when you're flying. So no one will crash into you."

"Oh." He looked at himself from another angle. "Your sewing is lovely, but…I'd rather wear my own clothes." He pointed his index finger at his own clothes, piled up on a chair.

"Harry, if you wear your street clothes, your hat will fall off in the wind, you will get bugs in your eyes and your hair will be a mess."

"Oh."

"What's more, your mother's lovely red hand-sewn tie will fly off in the wind and become lost and your buttons will fall off. Then your coat will fly off, your suspenders will break and heavens to betsy, your trousers will go. Now you don't want to be flying in your long underwear, do you?"

"Weeeelllll….this sort of looks like long underwear…"

She noticed that since Harry had found the violin, he had carried it with him all the time. "Will you wear it if I promise to make a little case for your violin so you could carry it with you?"

"Oh! Miss Seymoura, Ma'am, you would do that for me? That would be wonderful!"

In the days following, Seymoura persuaded Harry to venture outside. There weren't any other houses in the vicinity of Dr Seymour's weird mansion, so he wouldn't be seen by anyone. He had become used to the strange clothing and he went upstairs to the turret room where he slept. He opened the window, but as the breeze came in, he lost courage. He shut it again and stood back from it, his forefinger between his teeth again. He opened the window about an inch and knelt down and sniffed the air coming in. He opened it a bit further and stuck a foot out. He gingerly put the whole leg through the window and pushed the window up high enough to get his head out.

He looked down and was suddenly terrified. This wasn't anything like flying around the ballroom where the worst thing he could hit if he fell was a soft sofa or a padded rug. No, this was outside and much further down. Harry was too terrified to look. He closed his eyes and held onto the window with his arms. He couldn't move.

Just then, Seymoura came in the room and slammed the door with a loud bang. It startled Harry so much that he let go of the window and went hurdling down the side of the tall mansion. He suddenly forgot how to fly!

Harry ended his fall from the window by crashing spread-eagle on the unkempt lawn below. However, when he picked himself up, he was very surprised that he wasn't hurt. The lawn must be made of something bouncy or cushiony. He tested the ground with a foot, tentatively. It seemed very hard. He shrugged his shoulders, then went around to the door of the mansion and climbed up the steps to his turret. Seymoura was still there, smoking her holdered cigarette.

Harry opened the little sack which Seymoura had made him for his violin and looked inside. She told him she had also put his clothing in the tiny bag, but that didn't make sense. It was a very small bag which tied around his waist and hung on one side and barely weighed an ounce. He was looking for the violin, which he shook out of the pouch. Out came his whole wardrobe too. They were very small. The coat was barely an half inch tall, the trousers about 3 inches and the hat looked like a thimble. The violin was small enough for a mouse to play. He laid them all out on the table, along with his teeny tie and pair of shoes.

He looked at Seymoura. He pointed with one forefinger at the tiny clothes and violin. "Did I get bigger?"

Seymoura laughed. "No, kiddo. It's an invention of mine…oh I suppose Seymour never mentioned that I'm an inventor too." She sighed. "He always forgets that. Oh well, no matter. Kiddo, I shrunk your things to make them fit in the little bag. That way you can take them with you and the violin too. Did you really think you could fly with a full sized violin and a normal set of clothes? You would need a suitcase, kiddo and I doubt you'd be able to take off flying."

Harry stepped back from the table and sized up his shrunken possessions again. He pondered while Seymoura blew smoke rings in the air. Then Harry pointed to himself. "So can you make me little so I can wear my clothes again?

"Oh you are a scream, kiddo. No, all you have to do is spray a little water on them and they will grow to normal proportions. Then if you stuff them in the bag again, they will shrink. The bag contains a chemical in the inside that will shrink anything inside of it." She inhaled deeply. "So, one precaution. Don't put your hands in that bag. Otherwise you'll have teeny teeny hands until you can get them into water. And it's not easy to turn on a spigot with teeny hands! Ask me, I know!"

"So…how do you get a spigot open with teeny hands?"

"Never mind." The cigarette was burning down so Seynoura put it out and threw it in the fireplace. "Say kiddo, one more thing. Did you get hurt when you fell out that window?"

Harry looked at his hands and the front of his suit. "No…but I got some dirt on the suit…."

"Never mind the dirt. I made the suit out of a special material. You won't get hurt if you fall, even from a great height or hit something while you're flying."

"Swell!" Harry smiled as he looked at his brightly coloured suit with a new respect.

"And the suit folds up very small because it's made of my special material and just fits in your pocket. So, kiddo, go ahead and spray your things."

Harry went to the sink and wet his tiny clothes and the violin. Before his eyes, they slowly grew until they were normal size. Harry opened his blue eyes in amazement until they seemed much larger than normal size.

He pointed, stabbing the air again with his forefinger in the direction of the suit of clothes. "How…how…how did you do that?"

"Weren't you listening, kiddo? Suffice to say all you need to know is three things, one - spray them with water to make them bigger, two - put them in the pouch when you want to make them small and three - never, never, put your fingers in there."

Harry looked up again and counted off the items he needed to know on his fingers. He tried to remember by silently mouthing what Seymoura had said. He looked at her and smiled. He said, "I've got it!" as he held up two fingers.

"Great.," said Seymoura, rolling her eyes. "Now take another flying leap out that window."

This time Harry was enthusiastic. He tried it quite a few more times. Even though he crashed to the ground a lot at first, he started to get the hang of flying from a great height. He ran up the stairs many times and jumped out of the window, a few times, almost gracefully. After his 45th leap, Seymoura caught his cape and stopped him.

"Kiddo, you know you don't have to climb up the stairs every time to get back up here. Just try flying back…"

A light suddenly turned on for Harry. You could almost see the incandescent bulb glowing right above his head. He smiled. "That's a swell idea!"