Modo

Modo the University gardener was weeding a rosebed when the ancient, velvet lawn beside him heaved and sprouted a hardy perennial Windle Poons, who blinked in the light. 'Is that you, Modo?' 'That`s right, Mr Poons,' said the dwarf. 'Shall I give you a hand up?' 'I think I can manage, thank you.' 'I`ve got a shovel in the shed, if you like-' 'No, it`s perfectly all right.' Windle pulled himself out of the grass and brushed the soil off the remains of his robe. 'Sorry about your lawn,' he added, lookin down at the hole. 'Don`t mention it, Mr Poons.' Did it take long to get it looking like that?' 'About five hundred years, I think.'

this is not a factual entry. is it a direct quote from one of the books? if so there's a copyright issue.