‘I’m clever enough to know how you manage not to think of a pink rhinoceros if someone says “pink rhinoceros”,’ she managed to say aloud. ‘Ah, that’s deep magic, that is,’ said Granny Weatherwax. ‘No. It’s not. You don’t know what a rhinoceros looks like, do you?’ Sunlight filled the clearing as the old witch laughed, as clear as a downland stream. ‘That’s right!’ she said.
