Jefferson Marlowe's Horn

Jefferson Marlowe blew three times on his magic horn and waited for the pixies to fall out of the sky.

But none did.

So he blew on his horn again, twice as hard and for twice as long.

Still no-one came.

He sat down on his rock and tried to work out what he was doing wrong...

He had taken out his horn at two minutes to three, just as the wizard had instructed. He had pointed it in the direction of the easternmost star, just as the wizard had instructed. He had blown it with his chest out and his chin up, just as the wizard had instructed.

Hmm...

“Bloody horn,” said Jefferson.

“Not enough puff,” said the horn.

Turns out the magic horn needed a magic blower.