"One of them looked a bit like her father in his long coffee-colored trench coat, gone away over the sea with a rifle and gleaming things on his hat. One of them looked a bit like her mother, bending over a stubborn airplane engine in her work overalls, her arm muscles bulging. One of them looked a bit like a squashed cabbage." (Chapter 1, p. 2).

" 'First, no iron of any kind is allowed...second, the practice of alchemy is forbidden to all except young ladies born on Tuesdays... third, aviary locomotion is permitted only by means of Leopard or licensed Ragwort Stalk...fourth, all traffic travels widdershins. Fifth, rubbish takeaway occurs on second Fridays. Sixth, all changelings are required to wear identifying footwear. Seventh, and most important, you may in no fashion cross the borders of the Worsted Wood...'" (Ibid, p. 3).

"'Obviously, the eating or drinking of Fairy...