"
The Caliph was delighted with the knowledge of Selim. He made him
a splendid present, and told him to keep the secret. When he had
dismissed the learned man, he turned to the Grand Vizier, and
expressed a wish to try the powder.
"Come to-morrow morning early," said he, "and we will go together to
the country and learn what the animals are talking about."
The Vizier came as he was ordered, and they left the palace without
attendants. Beyond the town was a large pond where some handsome
storks were often seen, and to this place they presently came. A grave
and stately stork was hunting for frogs, while another flew about and
kept him company.
"Most gracious lord," said the Vizier, "what think you of these
dignified long legs, and how would you like to know their chatter?"
The Caliph replied that the stork had always interested him, and he
would very much like a more intimate acquaintance. Taking the box from
his girdle, he helped himself to a pinch of snuff and offered it to
the Vizier, who followed his example.
Together they cried "Matabor," and instantly their beards disappeared,
and feathers covered their bodies; their necks stretched out long and
slender, and their legs shriveled into red and shapeless sticks.
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