The pamphlet was very patriotic. That is, it talked about killing foreigners.

It's an interesting fact that fewer than 17 % of Real cats end their lives with the same name they started with. Much family effort goes into selecting one at the start ("She looks like a Winnifred to me"), and the as the years roll by it suddenly finds itself being called Meepo or Ratbag.

Either dragons should exist completely or fail to exist at all, he felt. A dragon only half-existing was worse than the extremes.

She was a beefy young woman and, whatever piece of music she was playing, it was definitely losing.

The librarians were mysterious. It was said they could tell what book you needed just by looking at you, and they could take your voice away with a word.

The important thing about adventures, thought Mr. Bunnsy, was that they shouldn't be so long as to make you miss mealtimes.

Whatever happens, they say afterwards, it must have been fate. People are always a little confused about this, as they are in the case of miracles. When someone is saved from certain death by a strange concatenation of circumstances, they say that's a miracle. But of course if someone is killed by a freak chain of events -- the oil spilled just there, the safety fence broken just there -- that must also be a miracle. Just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.