"Please," said a voice close by, "draw me a sheep!"
I looked down to see a young boy of no more than ten. He had curly golden locks and stared at me with an intensity that was, to say the least, unnerving.
"Please," he repeated, "draw me a sheep."
"You had better do as he asks," said a familiar voice close by. "Once he starts on you he'll never let it go."
It was Miss Havisham. I dutifully drew the best sheep I could and handed the result to the boy, who walked away, very satisfied with the result.
"Welcome to Jurisfiction," said Miss Havisham...
-Jasper Fforde, Lost in a Good Book, 285.
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