"I wants it done, and over. I wants a end of these liberties took with my place. I wants a end of being drawed like a badger."
You repeat, silently, the spell taught to you by Aunt Farfalee (who is by now no bigger than a badger, with blank white eyes and fingers as thin and stiff as icicles).
'Gus had a tent. I imagine he's happy as a badger. They're probably just sitting there playing cards.'