| | Unlike most other creatures, chickens' nerves continue trying to send messages through their bodies for roughly ten seconds after the chicken itself has been decapitated. | | Unlike most other creatures, chickens' nerves continue trying to send messages through their bodies for roughly ten seconds after the chicken itself has been decapitated. |
| − | :''He had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.'' | + | :He had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs. (Book 1, p. 123) |
| − | :''There were empty brandy bottles and chicken feathers all over the floor.'' | + | :Keep the egg in the fire, 'cause their mothers breathe on 'em, see, an' when it hatches, feed it on a bucket o' brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour. (Book 1, p. 233) |
| − | :''Mrs. Weasley was marching across the yard, scattering chickens, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a Saber-Toothed Tiger.'' | + | |
| − | :''The clock on the wall opposite him had only one hand and no numbers at all. Written around the edge were things like 'Time to Make Tea,' 'Time to Feed the Chickens,' and 'You're Late.''' | + | :There were empty brandy bottles and chicken feathers all over the floor. (Book 1, p. 236) |
| | + | :Mrs. Weasley was marching across the yard, scattering chickens, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a Saber-Toothed Tiger. (Book 2, p. 32) |