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383 pages, Hardcover
First published August 31, 2007
"That," Ghoolion said in a voice quivering with rage, "is my dungeon for useless kitchen utensils. There's one in every kitchen worthy of the name. Its inmates are kept there like especially dangerous patients in a mental institution."
He reached into the cupboard and brought out an odd-looking implement.
"What cook," he cried, "does not possess such a gadget, which can sculpt a radish into a miniature rose? I acquired it at a fair in one of those moments of mental derangement when life without a miniature-rose-cutting gadget seemed unimaginable."
He hurled the thing back into the darkness and brought out another.
"Or this here, which enables one to cut potatoes into spirals five yards long! Or this, a press for juicing turnips! Or this, a frying pan for producing rectangular omelettes!"
"Mobile plants are becoming increasingly popular with people who find normal plants boring but are too lazy to keep a pet. Personally, I think they should be declared a protected species. It's cruelty to plants to allow such people to own them. They're bound to start teaching them tricks."
"Could they do that?" asked Echo.
"The Uggly studied her fingernails. "Well, I must confess I taught that Trampoline Fern down there a little trick. The temptation was too great."
She clicked her fingers. The Trampoline Fern withdrew its roots from the flowerpot, climbed out of it, turned a somersault and climbed back in again.
"Oben ist unten und hässlich ist schön."