I can grind out anything you want: a light, a table cloth, a feast with beer, and all kinds of good things. I come from the Hall of the Dead, and the water that turns me will never freeze. A word of caution, though. Don’t get me going if you don’t know how to make me stop. The grinding-out of good fortune can quickly turn into its opposite.

The Hand-Mill in Why the Sea is Salt, Blue Fairy Book

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