“First, some butter, then your rock. You need the hair of a dog too. Ok, who let the dogs out?! Now you’ll have to chase them, and this will never be done,” the magician said impatiently, stirring the pot.
“But… it’s my pet rock…”
“Stop whining! This will make you the strongest clown in the circus.”
“But I don’t want to be the…”
“Enough! Give it up!”
When he threw a stone in the pot, the magician exploded.
“And finally, you want to avoid bursting into flames,” the kid said holding his pet stone with the dogs by his side.