Dark smoke drifts out of the door and makes the daylight dim. Bits of the roof are dropping down, making a din. But luckily all the birds made a dash in time through the windows and doors.
"That dastardly magician!" The doves and jackdaws get into a huddle to discuss the disaster.
But just then three dingos from the next enclosure duck around the corner.
"It's too hot in our den! We need a new home!"
"So do we!", quacks 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."
Zettelwitz has been keeping his head down, but he's not far away.
He has ducked down into a ditch. He thinks 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. I'll do it directly!