Penrhyn Wingfield Coussens

“ Instantly their legs shriveled up and grew thin and red; their smart yellow slippers turned to clumsy stork's feet. Their arms to wings; their necks began to sprout from between their shoulders and grew a yard long; their beards disappeared, and their bodies were covered with feathers.
"You've got a fine long bill, Sir Vizier," cried the Caliph, after standing for some time lost in astonishment. ”

“ Drums and trumpets sounded; a man in a scarlet mantle, embroidered in gold, sat on a splendidly caparisoned horse surrounded by richly dressed slaves; half Bagdad crowded after him, and they all shouted, "Hail, Mirza, the Lord of Bagdad!"
The two storks on the palace roof looked at each other, and the Caliph Chasid said, "Can you guess now, Grand Vizier, why I have been enchanted? This Mirza is the son of my deadly enemy, the mighty magician Kaschnur, who in an evil moment vowed vengeance on me. Still I will not despair! Come with me, my faithful friend ”

“ How would it be if we turned ourselves into storks?"
"Well said," replied the Caliph; "but first let us remember carefully how we are to become men once more. Bow three times toward the east and say 'Mutabor!' and I shall be Caliph and you my Grand Vizier again. But for Heaven's sake don't laugh or we are lost."
As the Caliph spoke he saw the second stork circling round his head and gradually flying towards the earth. Quickly he drew the box from his girdle, took a good pinch of the snuff, and offered one to Mansor, who also took one, and both cried together "Mutabor!" ”