The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

Then she sat down on one chair and put her feet up on another.
"I don't know as I mightn't have forty winks," said the giantess. "If only that blarney
hunting party doesn't come back too soon."
All their spirits leaped up when she mentioned forty winks, and flopped down again
when she mentioned the return of the hunting party.
"When do they usually comeback?" asked Jill.
"You never can tell," said the giantess. "But there; go and be quiet for a bit, my dearies."
They retreated to the far end of the kitchen, and would have slipped out into the scullery
there and then if the giantess had not sat up, opened her eyes, and brushed away a fly.
"Don't try it till we're sure she's really asleep," whispered Scrubb. "Or it'll spoil
everything." So they all huddled at the kitchen end, waiting and watching. The thought
that the hunters might come back at any moment was terrible. And the giantess was
fidgety. Whenever they thought she had really gone to sleep, she moved.
"I can't bear this," thought Jill. To distract her mind, she began looking about her. Just in
front of her was a clean wide table with two clean pie-dishes on it, and an open book.
They were giant pie-dishes of course. Jill thought that she could lie down just
comfortably in one of them. Then she climbed up on the bench beside the table to look at
the book. She read:
MALLARD. This delicious bird can be cooked in a variety of ways.
"It's a cookery book," thought Jill without much interest, and glanced over her shoulder.
The giantess's eyes were shut but she didn't look as if she were properly asleep. Jill
glanced back at the book. It was arranged alphabetically: and at the very next entry her
heart seemed to stop beating; It ran
MAN. This elegant little biped has long been valued as a delicacy. It forms a traditional
part of the Autumn Feast, and is served between the fish and the joint. Each Man...
but she could not bear to read any more. She turned round. The giantess had wakened up
and was having a fit of coughing. Jill nudged the other two and pointed to the book. They
also mounted the bench and bent over the huge pages. Scrubb was still reading about how
to cook Men when Puddleglum pointed to the next entry below it. It was like this:
MARSH-WIGGLE. Some authorities reject this animal altogether as unfit for giants'
consumption because of its stringy consistency and muddy flavour. The flavour can,
however, be greatly reduced if-
Jill touched his feet, and Scrubb's, gently. All three looked back at the giantess. Her
mouth was slightly open and from her nose there came a sound which at that moment was