How ironic, she thought, as she fell to her certain death, that at that moment she would have given anything to be a giant goose again.
Moth, that wasn't very nice.
Don't disrespect the sword marshmallow.
If you want a happy ending you have to go out and take it.
Nothing like a puppet to give you the willies.
The night is young, and by the grace of magic, so are we.