While you've been gadding about the countryside, we've held a meeting, and we've all of us decided that you must go.'In short, we've voted you out of the family,' Daffy said. 'It was unanimous.

They seem nice, though, your sisters, really,' Porcelain remarked.'Ha!' I said. 'Shows what little you know! I hate them!''Hate them? I should have thought you'd love them.''Of course I love them,' I said.... 'That's why I'm so good at hating them.

Growing up is like that, I suppose. The strings fall away and you're left standing on your own.

As anybody with two older sisters can tell you, a closed door is like a red rag to a bull. It cannot go unchallenged.