The Magic Pudding is a pie except when it’s something else, like a steak or a jam donut or an apple dumpling or whatever its owner wants it to be. And it never runs out. No matter how many slices you cut, there’s always something left over. It’s magic. But The Magic Pudding is also alive. It walks and it talks, and it’s got a personality like no other. A meaner, sulkier, snider, snarlinger pudding you’ve never met.