'Er,' said Magrat. 'Well. I’m…Fairy Tulip and that’s…' she avoided looking directly at Granny '…Fairy…Daisy and this is…'
'Fairy ,' said Nanny Ogg.
'I bet,' said the girl, 'you can’t turn that tree stump over there into…into…into a . Haha, bet you anything you can’t.'
Nanny put a hand over her eyes. Asking anyone to repeat a phrase you’d not only heard very clearly but were also exceedingly angry about was DefconII in the lexicon of
'Yellow bricks,' said Nanny. 'Whoever heard of anyone making a out of yellow bricks?'
Witches ought to be squashed when a farmhouse lands on them. Lilith knew that. All squashed, except for their sticking out.
It would've done anyone’s heart good to see how they sat and stared at the dwarf bread, as if consuming it with their , which was the best way to consume dwarf bread.
'They must have witches here,' said Magrat. 'Everywhere has witches. You’ve got to have witches . You find witches everywhere.'
'...the sisters dragged in the coachmen and she turned them into beetles and then...she on them...'
'Well, we just turned a cat into a person—I mean, a person' —Nanny, inveterate cat lover, corrected herself—'and that’s not strictly right either.'
Magrat bought occult jewelry as a sort of from being Magrat. She had three large boxes of the stuff and was still exactly the same person.
Granny knew exactly where the witches were in Genua now.
They were in .
'You know, it’s a funny thing,' said Ella, 'but I’ve seen a mouse anywhere in this house.'
Besides, she and Greebo had hated one another for years. Almost human, eh? Give him a taste of it, then, and see how he likes it…
'That’s because I’m the good one,' said Granny bitterly.
Magrat .
'What’s Lily feeding the stories?' said Magrat.
' ,' said Granny.
Nanny Ogg kept calling them “Magrats,” but they were , and very practical.
'Beats me why they puts an in it,' she said, sucking the cocktail cherry off the stick. 'I mean, do they want to stop it getting wet or something?'
Greebo stood on the coachman's box, swaying and grinning madly and cracking the whip. This was even better than his ball with a bell in it...
A footman was unwise enough to ask her for her ticket.
'You impertinent lackey!'
The footman, recognizing the bad manners of the well-bred, backed away quickly.
'You can’t imagine how it feels,' said Granny. 'Wandering around for . Not capable of acting human, and not able to be a wolf. You can’t imagine how that feels.'
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