All through the prayer he made little arp! arp! noises like a baby seal.

[…] he came to the house of the King of the Gnomes, which was inside a mountain and as thickset with jewels as the grass with dew on a fine morning.

The beaters drove the brambles, causing a great rush of rabbits and other creatures.

Everyone is used to it now, David and Victoria Beckham are the King and Queen of the tabloids and every half-decent footballer is a star and a pin-up, even if he's got a face like a bag of spanners.