Dark smoke drifted out of the door and made the daylight dim.
Bits of the roof were dropping down, making a din.
But luckily all the birds had made a dash in time through the windows and doors.
"That dastardly wizard!" The doves and drongos got into a huddle to discuss the disaster.
But just then three dingos from the next enclosure darted around the corner.
"It's too hot in our den! We need a new home!" "So do we", quacked a duck.
"Well, now he's demolished it, we're not going to let this wizard dodge out of redecorating this house! We'll just have to dog him until he does something decent for once", panted the dingos.
Zettelwitz had been keeping his head down, but he was not far away. He'd ducked down into a ditch. He thought to himself deviously: That damaged roof's on crooked. If I could drag it off, it would stand on its end and look like a D.
No use dallying, I'll do it directly!