She had this think that grabs things higher then you can reach, like a claw type thing, and came up behind me, the claw grabbing my hair and pulling on it. I screamed, then practically broke the thing. Evil.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
