I told him!” Dirty Harry told the other brownies. “But how do you make a stupid, stubborn werewolf listen? I sure couldn’t!”There were a lot of others for him to address. Everyone had gathered in the village green—that’s what they called it, though it was mossy and tree-shaded rather than open and grassy. A vast mob of brownies nodded, exclaimed, and called out questions or suggestions on how to get a werewolf’s attention.Lily paid little attention to them. She had a hamburger. A big, juicy hamburger with lots of pickles.At Gandalf’s strenuous urging (“We have to get that stubborn wolf away from you-know-who! He’s not dying! You know he can’t be here, Lilyu!”), they’d walked to the brownie village. One of the villages anyway. There were at least two—one in the tourist section, where Big People could snap pictures of the adorable little people churning butter or whatever. And one where the brownies actually lived.Most of the brownie great-mothers had stayed at the tunnels, but Gandalf, Shisti, and three other brownies had accompanied them.
