The moment you breathe this enchanted air you become the right size.

_You_ did, you know.' 'But why did they shut the book ?' 'It was a book of beasts.

Who knows what might have come out next?
A tiger perhaps.

And ravening for its prey as likely as not.' 'I see,' said Philip; 'and of course beasts weren't really _needed_, because of there being all the Noah's Ark ones.' 'Yes,' said the parrot, 'so they shut the book.' 'But the weather came out of books ?' 'That was another book, a poetry book.

It had only one cover, so everything that was on the last page got out naturally.