"See, Miss Fudge, he says he isn't a good liar! That settles it, he didn't put the rat in the potatoes!" It was slightly hard to tell if Calla was just naive and would believe anything anyone told her or she was pretending. Honestly, it was likely the first. Calla was notorious for thinking the best of everyone until they proved themselves to be other wise.

"Yes, I'm planning on going outside to release it after the meal ends. Turning it into a snuff box simply keeps it from causing more trouble or getting lost. Would not want it to appear in someone else's potatoes."

She patted the newly turned snuffbox in her robe, a distinct lack of concern showing on her face. "I never said I would still eat the potatoes, Miss Fudge. I simply said it was just a rat. And no, I wouldn't want Ethel playing with it. But I don't think it deserves to be killed, either. Not when I can release it outside."