" Ah! Nelly has played traitor, " she exclaimed passionately. " Nelly is my hidden enemy. You witch! So you do seek elf-bolts to hurt us! Let me go, I'll make her rue! I'll make her howl a recantation! "
I've had my spring fling the first sunday of April, not the second sunday, not the third, and not when a bunch of wimps decide they're ready to stop moping. I'm not canceling the party.