"In Lancre, the only things that fly are the witches," Agnes replies, shaking her head. "And in Ankh-Morpork, if you threw something up in the air expecting it to fly, it would be stolen before it hit the ground."^*

She gives the contraption a onceover when Molly gets the tail attached and shrugs again. "Okay, sure. Do you need me to help you cast a spell on it?"



* Assuming it didn't get stuck. The air in some parts of Ankh-Morpork isn't breathed so much as chewed.