" As he ruminated, his beard tickled Elphaba's neck, and she snapped the wings off her wooden sparrow. She sucked on it like a whistle. Twisting away from him, she ran to a glass lens hanging from the projecting eave, and swatted at it.
"Don't you break that!" said her father.
"She cannot break that." The traveler, the Quadling, came from the sink where he had been washing up.
"She just turned her toy into a crippled," Frex said, pointing at the ruined birdling.
"She is herself pleased at the half things," Turtle Heart said. "I think. The little girl to play with the broken pieces better. "

― Gregory Maguire , Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (The Wicked Years, #1)