The Griffin quite forgot to thank the Fat Frog, he was a Griffin of
NO manners, but he didn't forget to take the packet. It was
labelled 'Reckitt's,' and when he put it in the water all the water
turned bright blue. Then he took the pail in his claw, flew to the
castle, shut his eyes and poured some of the contents of the pail
over the cats in the courtyard.

When he opened his eyes there were twenty-seven bright blue, damp,
depressed cats; and he passed them without any difficulty. He shut
his eyes, wriggled up the stairs, poured the remaining mixture over
the seventeen cats, who all turned as blue as the rest, and then he
burst open the door of the Princess's room. Fortunately there was
a kind Fairy flying over the castle at that very moment, who,
seeing what was happening, changed the Princess into a flea so that
the Dreadful Griffin couldn't see her anywhere.

No, if I couldn't tell you before, I certainly must not attempt now
to describe the Griffin's behaviour when he found the Princess thus
snatched from his jaws. He went grunting and bellowing and
screaming along; and just as he was stopping to take breath he
heard someone roaring with laughter, and saw a little yellow man
sitting on the top bough of a tree.

"Are you laughing at ME?" said the Dreadful Griffin (he was so
angry that he was quite polite). And the little man said quite as
politely that he certainly WAS.

"Why?" said the Dreadful Griffin, still fearfully polite.