He can be as quiet a cat on carpet they tell me.
Down the hall and in the room,
Quickly they tell me.
There you'll find the book,
That terrible book.
My companions are more worried than I.
Who was to say the invisible creature spoke truth?
They make an awful thudding noise.
Now, in the house I'm not so sure.
There are those masks,
Staring at me with gaping mouths and hungry eyes.
He's staring at me, I'm sure.
Any door now will open,
He'll come out.
No wonder they feared him.
Ah, finally the right room.
To make them visible again.
This is an awfully large book.
Those bees will sting me, I'm sure.
I had better turn the page.
Who made the book?
I would very much like to meet him – or her.
This spell looks interesting,
To make one beautiful.
I've always wanted to be beautiful.
Like my older sister.
She's the beauty of the family.
Even in our world when she grows up they'll be tons of suitors.
I'd be prettier than her then.
Wars would be fought for my beauty.
Men in both worlds would admire me.
I would be the special one.
I'll say it.
A lion's face appears on the page,
It's golden colour makes it seem alive.
I knew that face anywhere.
The curl of the lips, the scrunch of the nose,
Large yellow teeth showing.
He was growling.
For a moment he almost moves, or does he move?
Perhaps another page.
I come across another spell.
A spell that would allow me to see what my friends think of me.
It's too tempting to turn down.
I recite the long gibberish that is the spell and look at the pictures.
They're sitting on the train.
I can still hear them.
To them, I'm a cry baby, a little queer.
Before I know I'm crying an angry tear splashes upon the page.
They were beastly just beastly.
I didn't want to know more.
A story to relax the mind...
I can't remember much about it anymore.
Too bad I can't turn the pages backwards.
Ah, finally a spell to make one visible.
I chant the spell.
Nothing seems to change.
Pad, pad, soft steps like a cat on carpet.
Was it the magician?
There he was, golden as the sun.
His soft shaggy mane.
He's bigger than when I last saw him,
He told me this would happen.
I cry his name out.
He greets me and introduces me to the magician.
What was to fear?
He was so old even invisibility made him sleepy.
He probably couldn't cast a nasty spell on me anyways.
The magician was kind and hospitable.
There was nothing extraordinary about him.
"Look at them!"
The magician points out the window.
I don't see a thing except for large mushrooms.
"They're sleeping now.
Silly creatures, scared of me one day,
And invincible the next."