“Sorry. I’m too busy collecting pronouns. They’re very nourishing.”
“How many have you got?”
“30 so far. The County ambassador has asked me to spread them swiftly and I have found that as I do I collect more.”
Pip became so full of pronouns she choked on them. When she came round she was a witch.
“Hello,” said Henry. “Have you seen Pip. She’s collecting pronouns?”
“It’s me. I’ve changed. I’ve put all my pronouns in the fiery cauldron. They didn’t suit me.”
“Oh good. Fancy another race?”