Dorrie's Magic

Dorrie was looking for a magic recipe to clean up her room.... "Abracadabra, skittery doo!" she said, pouring some blue stuff into a bowl. "Stop it!" cried Cook. "Stop it, right now!" "Stop what? What's the matter?" asked Dorrie. Cook stamped her foot and waved a spoon in the air. "Three white ducks are the matter! There are three white ducks swimming around in my soup kettle!" But Cook cried out too late. Dorrie had started the magic working and although everything was going wrong, she couldn't make it stop. Maybe if she poured a little more of everything into the magic brew...