It was perfectly still and presently the moon grew bright； if you had been there you would have seen the moonlight shining on an old tree.stump and on a fair.sized boulder. But if you had gone on looking you would gradually have begun to think there was something odd about both the stump and the boulder. And next you would have thought that the stump did look really remarkably like a little fat man crouching on the ground. And if you had watched long enough you would have seen the stump walk across to the boulder and the boulder sit up and begin talking to the stump； for in reality the stump and the boulder were simply the Witch and the dwarf. For it was part of her magic that she could make things look like what they aren‘t， and she had the presence of mind to do so at the very moment when the knife was knocked out of her hand. She had kept hold of her wand， so it had been kept safe， too.
