The Adventures of the Wishing-Chair by Enid Blyton

Author:Enid Blyton
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780603559464
Publisher: Dean
Published: 1997-07-15T12:58:22.561000+00:00

The Windy Wizard

THE wishing-chair rose high into the air, carrying Peter and Chinky. It had stopped raining and was a hot sunny day and the wind the chair made rushing through the air was very pleasant. Peter wished Mollie was with them. It was much more fun to go on adventures all together.

Presently the chair came into a very windy sky. Goodness, how the wind blew! It blew the white clouds to rags. It blew Peter’s hair nearly off his head! It blew the chair’s wings so that it could hardly flap them.

“The Windy Wizard lives somewhere about here,” said Chinky, looking down. “Look! Do you see that hill over there, golden with buttercups? There’s a house there. It’s the Windy Wizard’s, I’m sure, because it’s rocking about in all directions as if the wind lived inside it!”

Down flew the wishing-chair. It came to rest outside the cottage, which was certainly rocking about in a most alarming manner. Peter and Chinky jumped off and ran to the cottage door. They knocked.

“Come in!” cried a voice. They opened the door and went in. Oooh! The wind rushed out at them and nearly blew them off their feet!

“Good-day!” said the Windy Wizard. He was a most peculiar-looking person, for he had long hair and a very long beard and a cloak that swept to the ground, but, as the wind blew his hair and beard and cloak up and down and round and about all the time, it was very difficult to see what he was really like!

“Good-day,” said Peter and Chinky, staring at the wizard. He hadn’t a very comfortable house to live in, Peter thought, because there were draughts everywhere, round his legs, down his neck, behind his knees! And all the cottage was full of a whispering, sighing sound as if a wind was talking to itself all the time.

“Have you come to buy a little wind?” asked the wizard.

“No,” said Chinky, “I’ve come about a boy who made faces when the wind changed—and he can’t get right again. So we thought perhaps you could help us. I know that if we could get a little of the wind that blew at that time, and puff it into his face, he’ll be all right —but how can we get the wind?”

“What a foolish boy!” said the Windy Wizard, his cloak blowing out and hiding him completely. “What time did this happen?”

“At half-past three this afternoon,” said Peter. “I heard the nursery clock strike.”

“It’s difficult, very difficult,” said the wizard, smoothing down his cloak. “You see, the wind blows and is gone in a trice! Now let me think for a moment —who is likely to have kept a little of that wind?”

“What about the birds that were flying in the air at that moment?” asked Chinky. “They may have some in their feathers, you know.”

“Yes, so they may,” said the wizard. He took a feather from a jar that was full of them, and flung it out of the door.

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