* granny weatherwax had once pressed him about this , and since there are no secrets from a witch , he 'd shyly replied , 'well , ma'am , what happens is , i gets hold of 'un and smacks 'un between the eyes with hammer before 'un knows what 's 'appening , and then i whispers in his ear , i sez , `` cross me , you bugger , and i 'll have thy goolies on t'anvil , thou knows i can . '' '