She did her best to remove the straw from her hair. Then she unpacked the magic wand.
She wished she had a mirror to inspect herself in.
'I've got the wand,' she said quietly. 'I don't see why I need any help. Desiderata said I was to tell them not to help.'
It crossed her mind to reflect that Desiderata had been very lax on that point. The one thing you could be sure of, if you told Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg not to help, was that they would rush to help if only out of spite. It was quite surprising to Magrat that anyone as clever as Desiderata should have slipped up on that minor point. She'd probably got a psycholology too - whatever that was.
Moving quietly, so as not to wake the other two, she opened the door and stepped lightly into the damp air. Wand at the ready, she was prepared to give the world whatever it wished for.
It would help if this included pumpkins.
Nanny Ogg opened one eye as the door creaked shut.
She sat up and yawned and scratched herself. She fumbled in her hat and retrieved her pipe. She nudged Granny Weatherwax in the ribs.
'I ain't asleep,' said Granny.