There has never been a winter that came in with twelve sacks of salt and left the count showing eleven. Four fingers of winter remain, and I still recite the sacks before I recite anyone's name.

• TorketTell me who took it. I'll put them off the ship myself.
  HalfridaNo sack is missing. What's missing is the helmsman's temper.
• BirnaOne sack is in my kitchen. You'd point fingers before you'd even count.