“I think your magic was a little strong, Uncle Merlin!”
“Now what’s going on here?” exclaimed Merlin, opening the door.
“Jumping hoptoads!” exclaimed Arthur.
Belle couldn’t blame him. The dapur was in rebelling, it seemed, against Sir Ector and Kay. Only Cook, like the three of them, stood watching the scene without incident. Ector was being washed in the tub sejak the scrubbing brushes and battered over the head with a dirty pot. Kay was being forced to mop the floor with a mop around his head whilst being prodded from behind with a broom. “I think your magic was a little strong, Uncle Merlin!” she cried.
"If he thinks he can get rid of us, I’ve got news for that old walrus! We’re sticking it out!”
“Best room in the house!” Merlin repeated, in a very, very disgruntled tone, as he placed pot after pot beneath leak after leak. He was in one of his grumpy moods again, only this time, Belle couldn’t blame him. They were running out of pots to catch all the water in. “Guest room! Unwelcomed guest room! But if he thinks he can get rid of us, I’ve got news for that old walrus! We’re sticking it out!”
“And I say we go back to the woods!” snapped an equally disgruntled Archimedes from his house.
Belle was busy mopping the floor where a leaky patch had spread until Merlin had put...