“Ahh, that’s right! Today is the anniversary of when he sent me to jail,” said Labra. “It’s so sweet of him to remember.”

The warden watched Labra carefully. “You can have one slice of the cake since it’s from Detective Woofson,” he said. “I’m going to watch you eat it, just in case there are any magic tricks up your sleeve.”

Labra walked over to the cake and swiped a bit of the frosting into his mouth. “Vanilla. How boring. It’s the least magical flavor.” He picked up the spoon and, with a quick flick of his paw, it turned into a magic wand.

“Hey! What? No!” shouted the warden, but it was too late.

“I’ll take these,” said Labra. With a wave of the magic wand, the special glasses flew off the warden. Then Labra hypnotized him. “Oh, dear, Warden. I don’t think this gift came from Rider Woofson at all. Still, I should visit Pawston to thank the detective—for putting me behind bars.”