[he makes a sound somewhat like a duck and does move only to put it out! Only he can't think of how! And then he knows in a burst of inspiration]
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! [and as he says it he throws out his hands and flaps his wings in the same movement. A wind whips through the room, turbid as a hurricane, putting out the fire by mostly smashing the bed spread against the wall. Anything not heavy on the floor goes flying around the room, smacking into walls and crashing into doors. A book goes sailing right out of the window in a tinkling of shattered glass.
no subject
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! [and as he says it he throws out his hands and flaps his wings in the same movement. A wind whips through the room, turbid as a hurricane, putting out the fire by mostly smashing the bed spread against the wall. Anything not heavy on the floor goes flying around the room, smacking into walls and crashing into doors. A book goes sailing right out of the window in a tinkling of shattered glass.
Also he might have forgotten how to stop]