"My eggs! My eggs!" came an urgent voice from the attic.
The wizard tilted her face up to the ceiling of her study, yelling, "Finally?!"
"Yes!"
The wizard hurried upstairs, her uninvited harpy guest was beaming adoringly into her nest.
As the wizard gazed upon the squirming clutch of pink, shriveled, wailing hatchlings, she couldn't help but ask, "And how soon can you all leave?"
"Six years, tops!"
She moved her study to the basement.