ders, to
accompany him in his expedition. The Caliph stuck the snuff-box in his
girdle, and, having desired his servants to remain at home, started off
with the Grand Vizier only in attendance. First they walked through the
palace gardens, but they looked in vain for some creature which could
tempt them to try their magic power. At length the Vizier suggested
going further on to a pond which lay beyond the town, and where he
had often seen a variety of creatures, especially storks, whose grave,
dignified appearance and constant chatter had often attracted his
attention.

The Caliph consented, and they went straight to the pond. As soon as
they arrived they remarked a stork strutting up and down with a stately
air, hunting for frogs, and now and then muttering something to itself.
At the same time they saw another stork far above in the sky flying
towards the same spot.

'I would wager my beard, most gracious master,' said the Grand Vizier,
'that these two long legs will have a good chat together. How would it
be if we turned ourselves into storks?'

'Well said,' replied the Caliph; 'but first let us remember carefully
how we are to become men once more. True! Bow three times towards the
east and say "Mutabor!" and I shall be Caliph and you my Grand Vizier
again. But for Heaven's sake don't laugh or we are lost!'

As the Caliph spoke he saw the second stork circling round his head and
gradually flying towards the earth. Quickly he drew the box from his
girdle, took a good pinch of the snuff, and offered one to Mansor, who
also took one, and both cried together 'Mutabor!'

Instantly their legs shrivelled up and grew thin and red; their smart
yellow slippers turned to clumsy stork's feet, their arms to wings;
their necks began to sprout from between their shoulders and grew a
yard long; their beards disappeared, and their bodies were covered with
feathers.

'You've got a fine long bill, Sir Vizier,' cried the Caliph, after
standing for some time lost in astonishment. 'By the beard of the
Prophet I never saw such a thing in all my life!'

'My very humble thanks,' replied the Grand Vizier, as he bent his long
neck; 'but, if I may venture to say so, your Highness is even handsomer
as a stork than as a Caliph. But come, if it so pleases you, let us go
near our comrades there and find out whether we really do understand the
language of storks.'

Meantime the second stork had reached the ground. It first scraped its
b