“Vun child a veek is no good to me!" The Grand High Witch cried out. "Is that the best you can do?"
      "We will do better," murmured the audience. "We will do much better."
      "Better is no good either!" shrieked The Grand High Witch. "I demand maximum rrree-sults! So here are my orders! My orders are that every single child in this country shall be rrrubbed out, sqvashed, sqvirted, sqvittered and frrrittered before I come here again in vun year's time! Do I make myself clear?”

Chapter 7: Frizzled Like a Fritter