““Allow me to refresh your obviously faulty memories. I allow you to stay within my front garden on the understanding that you defend the house against all intruders, except the ones I have described, on numerous occasions. Torch-bearing mobs?" "Eat them!" chorused the criminally insane fey of Cabal's garden, a tribe whose stature was inversely proportional to their malevolence. "Correct. The postman?" "Eat him!" they cried joyfully. "No!" snapped Cabal. "You let the postman by!" "Oops," said the garden. There was some small shuffling while they hid a peaked cap behind a rosebush.””
