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ouse. Oi won’t. You can’t get it out of the carpets, you know. Not even with vinegar.’
‘My word, ‘ said Windle Poons.
‘Or wailin’. I don’t hold with it. Or messin’ around with the supernatural.
It’s unnatural, the supernatural. I won’t have it.’ ‘Um,’ said Windle cautiously.’There are those who might think not precognitin’, so you have to tell me.’
‘I want to know what’s happening, Mrs Cake.’
There was a muted thump from under their feet and the faint, happy sound of Schleppel.
‘Oh, wow! Rats, too!’
‘I went up and tried to tell you wizards,’ said Mrs Cake, primly.’An’ no-one listened. I knew they weren’t going to, but I ‘ad to try, otherwise I wouldn’t ‘ave known.’that being a medium is a bit . . . you know . . . supernatural?’ ‘What? What? Nothing supernatural about dead people. Load of nonsense. Everyone dies sooner or later.’‘I do hope so, Mrs Cake.’‘So what is it you’d be wanting, Mr Poons? I’m