"We'd better get away!"
warns the king, waving at Norman to follow.
"I wish we knew whom this wizard's going to magic next! Find him, Wellington!" he says to his dog.
Wellington wags his tail and starts sniffing. Warily, they look all around.
"How can we work out what he wants?", whispers Norman.
"What I want is to carry on doing things my way", the wizard wisecracks, 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 decides to wait in the tree for a while. He watches the white clouds wandering in the wind.
They swirl and waft in wonderful shapes.
"I can see a fat whale and a walrus", the wizard muses.
"And this one looks like a ball of wool, and that one looks like a W – Like a W!", warbles Zettelwitz, waking up very quickly.
He waves his magic wand: