Цитаты из книги Санта-Хрякус

UP, GOUGER! UP, ROOTER! UP, TUSKER! UP, SNOUTER! GIDDYUP!
The four large boars harnessed to the sleigh did not move.
WHY DOESN’T THAT WORK? said the figure in a puzzled, heavy voice.
“Beats me, master,” said the sacks.
IT WORKS ON HORSES.
“You could try ‘Pig-hooey!’”
PIG-HOOEY. They waited. NO…DOESN’T SEEM TO REACH THEM.
There was some whispering.
REALLY? YOU THINK THAT WOULD WORK?
“It’d bloody well work on me if I was a pig, master.”
VERY WELL, THEN.
The figure gathered up the reins again.
APPLE! SAUCE!