'Ah, weel, that's an easy one, miss, said Rob Anybody, who was technically the head man of the Nac Mac Feegles. 'Why is it, Rob Anybody, that you persist in lying when you are caught red-handed?' The problem with getting angry at Nac Mac Feegles was that it was like getting angry at cardboard or the weather it didn't make any difference. The Nac Mac Feegle could be pretty worrying to those who did not know them very well, although now she thought about it, they could be pretty worrying however long you had known them a Feegle in your life very soon changed it. 'I have seen horrible things, and some of them all the more horrible because they were, well, normal.' (ISWM) When it's nobody else's business, it's my business,' said Tiffany quickly. She couldn't tell if he had really come to his senses, because the man had so few of them at the best of times, it was hard to know if he had any at all. the Nac Mac Feegle always smelled something like slightly drunk potatoes. If you do not yet know who the Nac Mac Feegle are: 1) be grateful for your uneventful life and 2) be prepared to beat a retreat if you hear anyone about as high as your ankles shout ‘Crivens!’ They are, strictly speaking, one of the faerie folk, but it is probably not a good idea to tell them this if you are looking forward to a future in which you still have your teeth.
(ISWM)Įverybody needs a witch, but sometimes they just don't know it. People are often so busy living that they never stopped to wonder why.
like it or not, the witch was the pointy hat, and the pointy hat was the witch. There were really only four types of people in the world: men and women and wizards and witches.
When you were a witch you were all witches.
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