“Is this your entire stock of flying carpets, shopkeeper?”
“As far as I know, ma’am.”
“What’s THAT mean?”
“I suspect three or four may have floated to the ceiling over the years, but it’s hard to be sure.”
“I like that. No need to suspect the maid is sweeping dust under them, hey? But you’re charging way too much for all of these. I was looking for something at a reasonable price.”
“I do have a small stock of flying throw rugs, ma’am. Or perhaps you’d be interested I one of these flying handkerchiefs.”
“What use is a flying hanky?”
“They do fly, ma’am. They may be less comfortable for travel, but if ma’am is making a short trip, and has a good grip….”
“Interesting point. What do they look like?”
“I have one right here, ma’am. It comes with this sheet of instructions as well.”
“Instructions? All I need to know is how to make it go. Or were you going to sell me a magic wand for some extravagant price?”
“No, ma’am. The flying hanky is only a penny.”
“A whole penny?”
“Make me an offer.”
“Well, you’re trying for reasonable prices, I guess. Here’s a penny. Now, how do I make it fly?”
“Here is the word of command, ma’am.”
“You mean all I have to do to make it fly is say ‘Presto’?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Hey! Presto! Presto! Shopkeeper!”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“A little help here? Presto? Is there some other word to make it STOP flying?”
“Yes, ma’am. Right down here on the instructions.”
“Well, tell me what it is!”
“But ma’am was uninterested in the instructions. I’d have to charge a gold piece for them now.”
“Well, hurry up! There’s a carpet on your ceiling up here and something keeps reaching out from it and pulling my hair!”
“Ah! I wondered what had become of those flying monkeys.”
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