Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN WAS IT ALL A DREAM They all sat down on the floor. The magician took a silver stick and tapped three times on the floor. A spire of green smoke came up and made a crackling noise. It shot up into the air, turned over and over and wound its way among the guests, dropping tiny bunches of sweet- smelling flowers as it passed- buttonholes for every one!

The smoke went. The magician tapped the floor again and up rose five black cats, each with a violin except the last one, and he had a drum.

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After the cats came six plump rabbits, who danced to the tunes that the cats played. One rabbit turned upside down and danced on his ears, and that made Peter laugh so much that he had to get out his handkerchief to wipe his tears of laughter away.

Then an even stranger thing happened next. The magician tapped the floor once more, and up came a great flower of yellow. It opened, and in the middle of it the guests could see five red eggs.

The eggs broke and out came tiny chicks. They grew- and grew- and grew -and became great brilliant birds with long drooping tails. Then they opened their beaks and sang so sweetly that not a sound could be heard in the great hall but their voices.