Happy Birthday! I shan’t sing, as that would probably burst your eardrums. And I shan’t throw cakes. It’s a waste of good frosting, you know? I hope you have an enjoyable day and a joyful year.
“'Now you've made me cry!' she burst out, as Taran approached. 'I hate crying; it makes my nose feel like a melted icicle. You've hurt my feelings, you stupid Assistant Pig-Keeper, and all for something that's your own fault to begin with.'” -- Lloyd Alexander,