From a safe broom distance's length, Magical Sue smacked, thwacked, and cracked the ever-loving daylight out of the orphan's cranium.
"That's what you get for not having parents! Hiyah!"
After the adolescent had sustained thorough trauma to his prefrontal cortex, Magical Sue brought out the tough questions.
"Who is this Magical Hugh you mentioned? And where can I find him?"
Thomas peeped up, slightly slurring his words: "He's a magical guy, alright. Concocted a cure for leprosy, he did. 100% treatment rate, with a good prognosis to boot!
"You can find him over the hill, across the river, and through the wooded glen, methinks.
"Or was it across the river, through the wooded glen, and then over the hill?
"Maybe the glen was first, then hill, then river.
"It's hard to remember. I'm quite certain you've given me intensive brain damage I shan't recover from without invasive surgeries."
Magical Sue laughed at the boy's flights of fancy and started planning her trip to Magical Hugh. But which way would she go?