Excerpt from p.14-15

          Tanaquil turned in time to see a bundle of fur and splinters erupting into the sorcerium. It was the peeve tangled up in its leash, kicking and biting and fighting the serpent carving from the banister....
          The battling peeve, however, had already cannoned into one of the sorcerous machineries, which surged into wild life, sending out green rays and chugging. "Bite! Bite!" snarled the peeve, rolling now into a cabinet, which rocked....
          The peeve sat up and pawed the carved serpent. "Killed it," said the peeve virtuously, not expecting to be thanked.

Excerpt from p.77-78

          Something was running through the camp, diving through stacks of gear and the embers of fires, causing little outbursts of curses and shouting. The peeve.
          "Huge night!" it cried, running up to her in a glow of enjoyment. "Saw beetle like button. Pretty. Foxes--chased. Hill." It turned and looked into the tent. "What there?"
          "Come and see."
          The peeve waddled into the unicorn tent.... it scuttled over the steps, its tail slapping, and drank the cup of tea Tanaquil had poured. Then it sat down to the meat bone.
          "Bone!"
          "Yes. Don't you think you've had enough?"
          "Appetite," said the peeve....

Excerpt from p.199-200

          The bird circles high up. It made no sound.

          "It's got something--it's a rock"....Then the rock was let go.
          It whistled as it came--and made a gobbling noise.
          Tanaquil felt herself whirled aside as Honj shunted her from the danger zone....The rock, which was flailing and furry, crashed into him....The rock went in one direction, bowling over and over, and fetched up hard against Tanaquil. Her legs gave way. She fell down next to it, and in the next moment the peeve, hot, and stinking of unlikely substances, floundered into her arms.
          "Here," said the peeve. It rolled over again, kicked her accidently, and licked her nose. "Dropped."
          "But how--but how--"
          "Bone bird," said the peeve excitedly. It was unhurt. Honj had broken its long fall. "Don't eat peeves," it said. "Wanted for nest. Soft. Nothing soft here. Peeve soft. Put in nest. Pniff!" it exclaimed, for emphasis. "Nasty nest. All sharp. Made mess nest. Bone bird angry. Flappity. Bring back. Drop."
          "My darling," said Tanaquil. She held it tight. The peeve allowed this for half a minute. Then it bit her gently on the finger.
          "Mess nest!" yodeled the peeve, springing away, galloping round and round the hill.... "Peeve not soft."

Excerpt from p.220-221

The peeve was aft, on the last hump, scrutinizing the boat's wake. It had discovered the tail.
          "Snake!
          "No, come here and sit down."
          "Big snake."
          "Yes, too big for you."
The peeve glanced at her. It said, "Won't jump. Just watch."