“Can you change yourself into things too?” inquired Boy.
“Yes!” said Ohah. “Would you like to see me? What shall I be?”
“Oh, something small, please. I should be terribly frightened if you were to turn into a lion or bear, you see.”
“All right,” said Ohah, “I’ll be a Kottle.”
“What’s that?” cried Boy.
“Oh, a thing all gribbins and bones,” explained Ohah. “Now watch,” and he waved his wand about his head two or three times, and then disappeared.
Boy watched intently, for he wanted very much to find out what a Kottle was; nothing appeared, though, except one or two oddly-shaped scraps of paper, which Boy picked up and tried to fit together, for there was something written on the back of them; at last he was able to make out the following words:—“I have forgotten how to change myself back from a Kottle again. Goodbye for ever, Ohah.”
