Mr. Magi was in a hurry. You could tell, because his hat wasn’t straight, he was a bit flushed, and his bangs were messed up.
“Schwarz,” he said. “You wouldn’t know how to get to the forest with the big tree, would you?”
Schwarz thought for a moment. Then, he began:
“First, climb this mountain, chickit.”
“Then,” he continued, “you’ll come to this cave. Go through it.”
“Once you’re through the cave…”
“You’ll come out in a sandy place.”
“March for about 200 miles. Then, stop and take a drink. You’ll be thirsty by then; I was. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!”
“Then, slide down Penguin Hill–which you’ll come to after walking for a mile–”
“Swim for five miles, and…you’re there! The big tree.”
Mr. Magi wasn’t so sure. “That is a trip. Well…are you positively sure?”
“Just did it yesterday,” Schwarz returned. “Chickit!”
And Mr. Magi left.
He hasn’t been around for a while.