One may be able to tell that this one is not human, but in a place like this, that's normal, isn't it?

And one may also be able to tell that this one is not particularly happy, nor is he looking too comfortable, nor is he at all familliar ( Read more... )

After a rather undignified end to her broomstick journey, a tall, imposing witch emerges from the thickets and glares at anyone who might have noticed her landing

"I know you're here somewhere, Gytha Ogg. I can smell you. You come here this instant."

Typist: Granny Weatherwax, Terry Pratchett's Discworld.