The red wig, once green with anger's flame, Crafts revenge mixtures, magic in its name. Saffron and sandalwood form the base, A brewing scandal, a captivating chase.
Hidden within our shoes, secrets lie, Stage props kept safe, out of prying eye. Amita dons her red nose, laughing loud, But how dare you disrupt the playful crowd!
The elephant dances in his hat, in vain, For amusement and jest, a harmless game. Yet my hour nears, revenge shall unfold, No hand-to-hand combat, a different mold.
Magic weaves like strings for marionettes, The chief instigator reduced to ash, no regrets. A tale of retribution, a lesson learned, In this short verse, a twist unearned.
Im terribly interested in the lines about the magic of sandalwood, which turns a living creature into a doll! exclaimed the parrot. That explains a lot! I must show it to Amita.
What does it explain? asked puzzled Raja.
They were hiding something important in the shoes, murmured Barry. Well, the seller had mentioned the shoeboxes that were delivered to the clown. No doubt, Sparky is hiding something!