The Mischievous Magician
Once upon a time, very recently, there was a very small, very mischievous
magician. He loved to play tricks on people, animals and even his fellow
magicians!
One day he arrived in a small town called Snobble and the first thing he
noticed was that everyone was very rude.
The taxi driver was rude to him when he took the magician to his hotel and
said:
“You’re so small I suppose you want to be charged the children’s rate. But
instead, I’ll charge you double.”
The magician said nothing, but there was a dangerous twinkle in his eyes. He
twitched his nose and wiggled his moustache and said:
“Thank you and by the way, did you notice that strange smell in your car?”
“Not at all!” the taxi driver shouted and drove off in clouds of smoke.
The most mischievous magician chuckled to himself. As he drove away, the
taxi driver started to sniff the air with his large, red nose. There was indeed a
strange smell in his car. A very strong, very yucky smell. What could it be? The
taxi driver turned to look behind him and on the back seat he saw piles and piles
of rotten eggs!
“Yeeeugh!” the driver screamed, “I’ve got the stinkiest car in town!”
The most mischievous magician went into his hotel. He had to stay there
because there was a magician’s conference and he was going to meet all the other
magicians in the world and talk about their tricks. Then the best magician would
win a trophy.
Unfortunately for the little magician, the hotel manager was also very rude.
“You are very, very late,” the manager said, “So we gave your room to
someone else.”
“I’m only five minutes late,” the magician said, checking his watch.
“Well it’s just too bad for you,” the manager said, “I gave your room to Mrs
Snoot. She’s much more important than you.”
The magician said nothing, but there was a dangerous twinkle in his eyes. He
twitched his nose and wiggled his moustache and said:
“Thank you and by the way, did you notice the fleas jumping up from the
carpets?”
“Not at all!” said the manager, “We never have fleas!”
He stormed off and at once, fleas jumped up from everywhere and onto
everyone. The most mischievous magician chuckled to himself and walked down
the road towards a small house that had a sign in the window that said, “Rooms
available”.
There were children playing marbles and skipping on the sidewalk. They
made very rude faces at the little magician and said:
“Hey Shorty! You’re so short you can watch the grass grow!”
And they all laughed loudly.
They pointed at his bag that was labelled, “Magician” and said:
“He probably pulls rabbits out of hats! What an old trick! Everyone knows
magic is just a trick!”
The magician said nothing, but he had a dangerous twinkle in his eyes. He
twitched his nose and wiggled his moustache and said.
“Don’t you like rabbits? You all look like rabbits to me.”
“Not at all!” the children shouted and the most mischievous magician
chuckled to himself because he could see that even the biggest child was now a
fluffy, white rabbit with big ears and cotton wool tails. They hopped around and
their noses twitched and they could not understand how they could not pick up
their marbles with their little rabbit paws.
The most mischievous magician walked into the house to rent a room and the
first thing he saw was that the lounge was full of his fellow magicians and they
were laughing and laughing.
They presented the most mischievous magician with a trophy for being the
best magician at their conference. The trophy was a large pointed hat made of
chocolate and marzipan.
Once upon a time, very recently, there was a very small, very mischievous
magician. He loved to play tricks on people, animals and even his fellow
magicians!
One day he arrived in a small town called Snobble and the first thing he
noticed was that everyone was very rude.
The taxi driver was rude to him when he took the magician to his hotel and
said:
“You’re so small I suppose you want to be charged the children’s rate. But
instead, I’ll charge you double.”
The magician said nothing, but there was a dangerous twinkle in his eyes. He
twitched his nose and wiggled his moustache and said:
“Thank you and by the way, did you notice that strange smell in your car?”
“Not at all!” the taxi driver shouted and drove off in clouds of smoke.
The most mischievous magician chuckled to himself. As he drove away, the
taxi driver started to sniff the air with his large, red nose. There was indeed a
strange smell in his car. A very strong, very yucky smell. What could it be? The
taxi driver turned to look behind him and on the back seat he saw piles and piles
of rotten eggs!
“Yeeeugh!” the driver screamed, “I’ve got the stinkiest car in town!”
The most mischievous magician went into his hotel. He had to stay there
because there was a magician’s conference and he was going to meet all the other
magicians in the world and talk about their tricks. Then the best magician would
win a trophy.
Unfortunately for the little magician, the hotel manager was also very rude.
“You are very, very late,” the manager said, “So we gave your room to
someone else.”
“I’m only five minutes late,” the magician said, checking his watch.
“Well it’s just too bad for you,” the manager said, “I gave your room to Mrs
Snoot. She’s much more important than you.”
The magician said nothing, but there was a dangerous twinkle in his eyes. He
twitched his nose and wiggled his moustache and said:
“Thank you and by the way, did you notice the fleas jumping up from the
carpets?”
“Not at all!” said the manager, “We never have fleas!”
He stormed off and at once, fleas jumped up from everywhere and onto
everyone. The most mischievous magician chuckled to himself and walked down
the road towards a small house that had a sign in the window that said, “Rooms
available”.
There were children playing marbles and skipping on the sidewalk. They
made very rude faces at the little magician and said:
“Hey Shorty! You’re so short you can watch the grass grow!”
And they all laughed loudly.
They pointed at his bag that was labelled, “Magician” and said:
“He probably pulls rabbits out of hats! What an old trick! Everyone knows
magic is just a trick!”
The magician said nothing, but he had a dangerous twinkle in his eyes. He
twitched his nose and wiggled his moustache and said.
“Don’t you like rabbits? You all look like rabbits to me.”
“Not at all!” the children shouted and the most mischievous magician
chuckled to himself because he could see that even the biggest child was now a
fluffy, white rabbit with big ears and cotton wool tails. They hopped around and
their noses twitched and they could not understand how they could not pick up
their marbles with their little rabbit paws.
The most mischievous magician walked into the house to rent a room and the
first thing he saw was that the lounge was full of his fellow magicians and they
were laughing and laughing.
They presented the most mischievous magician with a trophy for being the
best magician at their conference. The trophy was a large pointed hat made of
chocolate and marzipan.
