T
H White's mustard pot
"Have
some mustard," said the magician, when they had got to the kidneys. The
mustard pot got up and walked over to his plate on thin silver legs that
waddled. Then it uncurled its handles and one handle lifted up its lid with exaggerated
courtesy while the other helped him to a generous spoonful.
"Oh,
I love the mustard pot!" cried the Wart. "Wherever did you get
it?"
At
this the pot beamed all over its face and began to strut a bit, but Merlyn
rapped it on the head with a teaspoon, so that it sat down and shut up at once.
"It's
not a bad pot," he said, grudgingly, "Only it is inclined to give
itself airs."
From
The Sword in the Stone. Part of The Once and Future King.
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