They knocked and waited. No one answered, so they knocked again.
“What do you vile, boisterous rapscallions want?” a voice said. Owl and Raccoon looked up at the plaster face speaking to them from above the door.
“That stinking old witch sent us here for some book,” Owl said. The face said they could not enter. When they asked why not, it replied they had not answered the riddle. Raccoon wondered how they could answer if nothing had been asked.
“If you querulous delinquents will give me a moment,” the face said with a sigh, “you’ll have your confounded riddle.”