So Tumfy tried again with more strange words and waving of his arms - and suddenly the pile of broken dishes vanished and in their place stood a cluster of little fluffy yellow chickens, who began to run cheep-cheeping about the kitchen floor, pecking at the oatcake crumbs.
"Michty me!" said Tumfy. "Is that not the clever job! Isn't it wonderful what you can do when you're good at the spells?"
From LEFT-HANDED TUMFY, Chapter 1, Grandmother's Tea-set.