Hebzibar floated in the sky. She had eaten a teacake yesterday. That was a mistake. She should have known that something was not right as soon as she had met the old hag in the forest. She most definitely should have known something was not right when the hag had offered her the suspicious cake, and she HAD known something was not right by the time she had eaten the cake and her feet were not touching the ground.
A life doomed to be spent floating about the sky was not going to be fun.
– Persephone, Copenhagen