One Hundred Years of Solitude

Úrsula was their most
amusing plaything. They
looked upon her as a big,.
broken-down doll that they
carried back and forth from
one corner to another
wrapped in colored cloth and
with her face painted with
soot and annatto, and once
they were on the point of
plucking out her eyes with the
pruning shears as they had
done with the frogs. Nothing
gave them as much