Translated by Sarolta Schütz

No doubt, until now I forgot to mention that he is a member of the Irish society of wizards. Cully is only a Muggle code name, otherwise his real name is Gerry Potter. One day this week, the magus sent for me and ordered me to collect every kind of magic device like halter and lead, as his chrystal told him today is the day to go and catch the magic steed and her foal. It is not a simple job to do, because these magic animals are guarded by the seven-headed electric fence, and there hasn’t been such a valiant knight who could have overcome it. So it is understandable I was not very enthusiastic to come to know that I am the chosen wizard apprentice of the Callas Stables House. My enthusiasm wasn’t enhanced by the fact that the boss offered half of his kingdom and a broom manufactured by the famous broom manufacturer called Airlingus. I will get all these things the next day. I am quite narrow-minded, so I would have been satisfied with the 4000 golden thalers that he should have paid me 2 months before. After such antecendents, we dehoopanaled to the magic pen in Cronens. There we stole to the pen under the magic cloak that made us invisible ( the rain was pouring) and the boss attacked the electric fence immediately. It was made of sterner stuff, so it easily shook Gerry’s attack off and dashed him to the earth so hard that we could not look straight into his eyes even in the afternoon. Still he did not lose his presence of mind and attacked again with a/the dazzling curse ’fucking’. I also swore a ’f… you’, that improved our position a lot. However, the magic electric fence continued hitting Gerry, and it was like we would lose when I remembered that the power of the seven-headed electric fence is hidden in a magic box and if the button is switched off, the power is over. As soon as I did it, the fence fell stone-dead. After that, we managed to catch the steed and her foal, and the boss pulled a rope to drive them on the back of the transport broom. The foal, however, did not care about the safety instructions and flew against the rope, but Gerry held it in a steel grip. Soon the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Gerry tried to medicate it with the incantation ’Jesus’, but with no success. The mare – seeing her beloved foal leaving – decided to chose the same way. It was a magic moment seeing these noble animals, with their streaming manes and sparkling hooves, as they disappeared on the horizon. Gerry’s eyes were also sparkling, but it is a usual thing with wizards, and the fight with the electric fence also did not pass without a trace.

’They will come back – said Gerry – let’s sit down and wait.’ I completely trusted his ability to see the future, as he was always right. Well, we seemed to meet the 2 most stupid steeds, they were the only ones who did not know the unwritten magic-horse rules. They violated the airspace of the neighbouring ’country’, flew into the empire of the cows. The cows were running for dear life with flapping udder when they saw the unusual occurence. Tears of happiness flowed on the face of the farmer when he thought of the effect on the milk yield….

We were approaching our end/ on our last pins, when succeeded to separate the cows and the horses and flew the 2 steeds home.