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a quarter turn to the left

then in a firm, clear voice,

tell it where you want to go

and the bed will take you there.

Go on!

- Will it really?

- l see no reason to think otherwise.

Thank you for the lovely gift.

Sorry, but it belongs to Paul. He's the

only one who can work the spell.

- Me?

- Yes.

That's right. My knob, weren't it?

That's the way the spell works.

Nice mess he'll make of things.

Oh, bother.

You children run upstairs.

Don't try anything with the bedknob

till l get back.

''Dear Madam,

it grieves me to inform you

that we have been forced to close

down our College of Witchcraft.''

''This means that we shall not

be sending you the final lesson

in which you expressed

so much interest.''

- What's keeping you?

- l've had some very bad news.

ls there anything we can do?

No. No, thank you.

Yes.

Yes, there is something

that Paul can do.

- Me?

- l need the bedknob back.

- l must get to London.

- No. l want to go to the jungle.

Come with me, Paul.

Now, Paul.

Ridiculous as it may seem

to have to explain this

to a six-year-old,

- l do need your help.

- Go ahead.

l was expecting

a very important spell in the mail

from my teacher, Professor Emelius

Browne, and it hasn't come.

What's that got to do with my knob?

l must go to London immediately

and see Professor Browne.

With his help, we may be able

to bring this war to a successful end.

That is why l need the knob.

What is your decision?

Thank you, Paul.

l brought this for your hair.

lt may be windy.

Thank you. lt's ever so nice.

Paul, have you been

to the bathroom?

- Twice.

- Good.

Charles, put on something warmer.

The bed may travel quite fast.

l'm not going.

l'm staying right here.

But why?

All that rubbish about a travelling bed.

lt won't work. That's why.

Carrie, help me to pull the bed out.

We don't want to scratch the wall

when we take off.

How's a ruddy big bed like that

gonna get out of this room

with those little windows?

l don't know. There's a great many

things about magic that l don't know.

- We'll just have to find out.

- Lovely!

Just leave me out of it.

l don't fancy

making a fool of myself.

What's come over you lately, Charlie?

You're no fun any more.

Help me tidy up. We don't want

to go to London with an unmade bed.

- How old is Charles?

- Eleven, going on twelve.

l see. That's what my father used

to call the age of not believing.

What's that supposed to be?

When you rush around

in hopeless circles

Searching everywhere

for something true

You're at the age of not believing

When all the make-believe

is through

That's Charlie to a tee.

When you set aside

your childhood heroes

And your dreams are lost

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