Grouse Thicket An Irishman walks out of the bar

Nanny Ogg just met her Granny Weatherwax!

OEEEEEK-scrunch! And yet another rat of the vast population here sang it's last song and ended up in Apple's jaws. She began to chew on it, when rustling of the grass and approaching footsteps made her pause and turn. The sight could have been ghastly with her blood spattered muzzle and rat's ass hanging down from outside her mouth, but her otherwise quite innocent looks. Quite like surprising an otherwise frail, harmless and all cookies-and-rainbows grandmother harpooning a pig in the living room. 

She gave a thorough up-and-down look at the scrawny witch before her, chewed the rat that was still in her mouth thoughfully, then tossed it in the air, caught it and swallowed it whole. "Now you look like someone's unfinished dinner. What happened? Didn't like the taste of you?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and feeling sorry for the bad-looking wolf, who truly looked like something that has passed through the whole digestive system and has not been quite processed.