The Magician was stirring all four of these kettles at the same time, two with his hands and two with his feet, to the latter, wooden ladles being strapped, for this man was so very crooked that his legs were as handy as his arms.
Unc Nunkie came forward to greet his old friend, but not being able to shake either his hands or his feet, which were all occupied in stirring, he patted the Magician's bald head and asked: "What ?" "Ah, it's the Silent One," remarked Dr.Pipt, without looking up, "and he wants to know what I'm making.

Well, when it is quite finished this compound will be the wonderful Powder of Life, which no one knows how to make but myself.

Whenever it is sprinkled on anything, that thing will at once come to life, no matter what it is.

It takes me several years to make this magic Powder, but at this moment I am pleased to say it is nearly done.

You see, I am making it for my good wife Margolotte, who wants to use some of it for a purpose of her own.