Evil Eye sighed. "I can't tell fortunes anymore," she said. "All I see is my customers getting wet. They come in and sit down in the usual way and I look into the crystal and all I see is rain. I'm at my wits' end."
     "Aha!" said Dracula, understanding the situation at once and he explained about the deluge. "So you see," he finished, "I have come to ask for you help."
     "Of course I'll help. I'll be delighted," said Evil Eye looking greatly cheered up: so her powers hadn't gone wrong after all! "If you go to see the Wicked Dwarves, I'll go round and find help for the building." The sorceress was already getting her hat and coat together. "Come my pets," she said. "We're going out." She paused, suddenly worried. "My pets can come too, can't they?" she asked.
     "Of course they can come," said Dracula generously. Old Evil Eye had some charming pets: huge spiders, poisonous snakes, scorpions… It would be a shame to leave them all behind and it was well known that Noah's wife was afraid of spiders. He didn't suppose that Evil Eye would find them room on Noah's Ark. "That's all right then," said the sorceress, wrapping a snake around her neck and settling a spider and a scorpion comfortably on each shoulder, and with that, she left the tent. "Stay as long as you like," she called back but Dracula had no time and only paused to quickly swallow his tea.