Go under the trees and drink it." "I can't move," said Sarah Brown.
"Sit there then," said the fairies, and passed on, tickling but not uprooting the weeds in their rows.

Fairies are never ill.

They have immortal bodies, but no souls.

If they see you in pain, they simply think you are flaunting your superiority and your immortal soul in their faces.
The dragon undulated up the field.

"Very nicely hoed," he said, looking vaguely at Sarah Brown's row.