A Magic Powder

A Magic Powder

Tom hurried to the Royal Lab. “ Cat, I must make a powder for Cook, ” he said. “ It must work. Or Dirk will lock us in the Grim Dungeon! ”

“ Tom, you have a good heart, ” Cat said. “ I will help you. ” She helped Tom make a magic powder. “ This should work, ” she said.

The guests began to arrive at the castle. In the Royal Kitchen, Cook was tasting a sauce. “ My sauce! ” she cried. “ It tastes terrible! ”

“ Try this! ” Tom said. He sprinkled magic powder into the sauce. A delicious smell filled the kitchen.

“ Wonderful! ” Cook cried. “ Put some on the vegetables. And the bread. And the meat. And the cake! ”