...though Drowned Was Just As Dead As

Witch' Is Just A Religion, Okay? No Baby-sacrificing, No Black Masses, No Sending Imps Out To Scare The Dog-snot Out Of Kids, Trying To Make Them Think They're Crazy. We Don't Do Things Like That. Our Number-one Law Is 'have Fun In This Lifetime, But Don't Hurt Anybody.' Nice Little Paraphrase Of "an It Harm None, Do As Ye Will" If I Do Say So Myself.

If I'm Walking On Thin Ice, I Might As Well Dance My Way Across

In A Calm, Clear Voice, She Suggested That The Wyrsa In Question Could Do Several Highly Improbable, Athletically Difficult And Possibly Biologically Impractical Things Involving Its Own Mother, A Few Household Implements, And A Dead Fish.

The Dragonets Found The Carpenters To Be Even More Fascinating Than The Furniture, And Followed The Poor Men From Pen To Pen, Crowding Around To Watch, Tasting The Wooden Planks, Trying To Steal The Tools. It Made For An Interesting Day For Everyone, As The Boys Tried To Keep The Dragonets Away From The Carpenters, And The Dragonets Tried To Get At The Carpenters, And The Carpenters Worked Probably A Great Deal Faster Than They Ever Had In Their Lives, Sure That The Dragonets Would Go From Tasting The Wood To Tasting Them.

It Isn't Wise To Be Rude To One's Mother. She Knows Everything About Your Childhood That Is Potentially Embarassing.