″... and she was going to find her shoes right after she put her inflatable barking peacock punch-me bag away in the coat closet_where it didn’t especially belong but looked nice and almost fit and was handy for taking on walks...”
“No thanks,′ said Bonnie, and she made up a poem: ‘Bonnie McSmithers is at it again! Keep your eyes on the lassie, you ladies and men. Here she goes! Can she do it? Aha! What a sight! Got a little bit wrong, but a lot of it right!”
“Then she mixed and mixed. Most of the flour and milk and eggs and salt and stuff got all mixed inside the bowl, and some of it got mixed up right over the sides and out of the bowl.”