"We'd better get away!"
warned the king, waving at Norman to follow.
"I wish we knew whom this wizard's going to magic next! Find him, Wotan!" he said to his dog.
Wotan wagged his tail and started sniffing. Warily, they looked all around.
"How can we work out what he wants?", whispered Norman.
"What I want is to carry on doing things my way", the wizard wisecracked, way up in a willow tree.
What a wonderful place to hide! Who in their wildest dreams would think of looking for him up here?
Zettelwitz decided to wait in the tree for a while. He watched the weaver birds working on their nests
and then looked up at the white clouds wandering in the wind. They swirled and wafted in wonderful shapes.
"I can see a fat whale and a walrus", the wizard mused.
"And this one looks like a ball of wool, and that one looks like a W -
Like a W!", warbled Zettelwitz, waking up very quickly. He waved his magic wand: