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Authors: Enid Blyton
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Wishing-Chair sprout again.
Mollie took down the jar and opened the lid. There was plenty of ointment left—yellow with streaks of green in it. She wondered if perhaps it would make the chair's wings grow again, although Chinky's Great-Aunt had said it only acted once on anything.
“I'll try it,” thought Mollie. “And I won't tell Peter! If the wings grow, I'll fly off in the Wishing-Chair without him, and go to Chinky's alone. That will serve him right for not answering when I speak to him!”
She went over to the Wishing-Chair and rubbed a little of the ointment on one of the front legs. Nothing happened at all. She couldn't feel even a tiny bud of a wing beginning to grow.
She tried the ointment on another chair leg. That was no good either. Oh, well—the growing ointment certainly didn't act twice. Great-Aunt Quick-Fingers was right.
Then a wonderful thought came to Mollie. Why shouldn't she try a little of the magic ointment on something else? She looked round. Her dolls, for instance! Oh, if only she could make wings grow on Rosebud, her prettiest doll. That would be really wonderful.
Feeling very excited, Mollie took her doll Rosebud from her cot. She rubbed a little of the green and yellow ointment on to her back—and, hey presto, wing-buds began to form—and little green and yellow wings sprouted out on the doll's back.
And she suddenly left Mollie's knee and flew—yes, flew —round the playroom. She flew near Peter and he felt the wind of her little wings. He looked up—and his eyes almost dropped out of his head as he saw Rosebud flying gaily round the room!
“I say,” he said. “I say—look—I say! ”
Mollie laughed in delight and tried to catch the doll as she flew past. “I've put some of the Growing Ointment on her back,” she said. “You know—what Chinky's Great Aunt gave him for growing wings on the Wishing-Chair. And Rosebud grew wings!”
“Well, I never!” said Peter in amazement, and they both watched the flying doll flap her little wings and go round and round the room.
“I say—do you think my engine would grow wings, too?” said Peter suddenly. He had a wonderful clockwork engine, a perfect model that he was very proud of.
“Oh, yes —let's try and see,” said Mollie. So they got the engine and Peter smeared a little of the ointment on to it. It sprouted out small wings at once!
It flew from Peter's hand and joined the doll. The children laughed till their sides ached to see the two toys behaving like this. They really did look extraordinary.
And then Mollie and Peter went quite mad with the ointment. They smeared it on to a top and that flew round the room, spinning as it went! They smeared the skittles and they all shot round and round, some of them bumping into one another in the air.
They made some of the little toy soldiers fly, and they even gave the bricks in their brick box wings to fly with. All these things flapped their way round the room, and Mollie and Peter screamed with laughter as they tried to dodge the flying toys.
Mollie went to the toy cupboard to see if any toy was there that could be made to fly as well. She picked up Chinky's new wand and put it on one side—but, dear me, her fingers were smeared with the Growing Ointment and the wand at once grew tiny, graceful green and yellow wings, too! It flew out of the cupboard and joined the flying toys.
“Oh dear—there goes the wand,” said Mollie. “I do hope Chinky won't mind. I just touched it by accident with the ointment smeared on my fingers, and it grew wings.”
“Look—I've made the teapot fly,” said Peter, and roared with laughter to see it flapping its way round the room. “Look at the skittles colliding again.”
The wind suddenly blew the door wide open. Then a dreadful thing happened. Rosebud the doll, the railway engine, the skittles, the bricks, the top, the teapot, the wand, in fact everything that had grown wings shot straight out of the open door, flew down to
Mollie took down the jar and opened the lid. There was plenty of ointment left—yellow with streaks of green in it. She wondered if perhaps it would make the chair's wings grow again, although Chinky's Great-Aunt had said it only acted once on anything.
“I'll try it,” thought Mollie. “And I won't tell Peter! If the wings grow, I'll fly off in the Wishing-Chair without him, and go to Chinky's alone. That will serve him right for not answering when I speak to him!”
She went over to the Wishing-Chair and rubbed a little of the ointment on one of the front legs. Nothing happened at all. She couldn't feel even a tiny bud of a wing beginning to grow.
She tried the ointment on another chair leg. That was no good either. Oh, well—the growing ointment certainly didn't act twice. Great-Aunt Quick-Fingers was right.
Then a wonderful thought came to Mollie. Why shouldn't she try a little of the magic ointment on something else? She looked round. Her dolls, for instance! Oh, if only she could make wings grow on Rosebud, her prettiest doll. That would be really wonderful.
Feeling very excited, Mollie took her doll Rosebud from her cot. She rubbed a little of the green and yellow ointment on to her back—and, hey presto, wing-buds began to form—and little green and yellow wings sprouted out on the doll's back.
And she suddenly left Mollie's knee and flew—yes, flew —round the playroom. She flew near Peter and he felt the wind of her little wings. He looked up—and his eyes almost dropped out of his head as he saw Rosebud flying gaily round the room!
“I say,” he said. “I say—look—I say! ”
Mollie laughed in delight and tried to catch the doll as she flew past. “I've put some of the Growing Ointment on her back,” she said. “You know—what Chinky's Great Aunt gave him for growing wings on the Wishing-Chair. And Rosebud grew wings!”
“Well, I never!” said Peter in amazement, and they both watched the flying doll flap her little wings and go round and round the room.
“I say—do you think my engine would grow wings, too?” said Peter suddenly. He had a wonderful clockwork engine, a perfect model that he was very proud of.
“Oh, yes —let's try and see,” said Mollie. So they got the engine and Peter smeared a little of the ointment on to it. It sprouted out small wings at once!
It flew from Peter's hand and joined the doll. The children laughed till their sides ached to see the two toys behaving like this. They really did look extraordinary.
And then Mollie and Peter went quite mad with the ointment. They smeared it on to a top and that flew round the room, spinning as it went! They smeared the skittles and they all shot round and round, some of them bumping into one another in the air.
They made some of the little toy soldiers fly, and they even gave the bricks in their brick box wings to fly with. All these things flapped their way round the room, and Mollie and Peter screamed with laughter as they tried to dodge the flying toys.
Mollie went to the toy cupboard to see if any toy was there that could be made to fly as well. She picked up Chinky's new wand and put it on one side—but, dear me, her fingers were smeared with the Growing Ointment and the wand at once grew tiny, graceful green and yellow wings, too! It flew out of the cupboard and joined the flying toys.
“Oh dear—there goes the wand,” said Mollie. “I do hope Chinky won't mind. I just touched it by accident with the ointment smeared on my fingers, and it grew wings.”
“Look—I've made the teapot fly,” said Peter, and roared with laughter to see it flapping its way round the room. “Look at the skittles colliding again.”
The wind suddenly blew the door wide open. Then a dreadful thing happened. Rosebud the doll, the railway engine, the skittles, the bricks, the top, the teapot, the wand, in fact everything that had grown wings shot straight out of the open door, flew down to
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