Rats in the Soufflé

There were rats in the soufflé again. Lord Alfred summoned castle wizard Trent (who, due to budget restrictions, doubled as chief cook) to the table. "I've had it!" he said. "Your food's bad enough without vermin--"

When the cloud of purple smoke cleared, Alfred was gone, and a pair of beady rodent eyes glared around. "Never insult a cook who can turn you into an entrée," Trent chided as the other diners stared. "Soufflé, anyone?"