Faelan, pounding a rock on a pile of dirt he has placed on the patio: This is what the enemies of dirt do.
Amity: What, smash the dirt to smithereens?
Faelan: Yes.
Amity, pointing to the pulverized dirt: Hey, that's what these are called - smithereens!
Faelan: No, these are dirtmareens.
Amity: I don't understand. What does that mean?
Faelan: They are mareens that haven't been smithered.
Faelan, five minutes later: Come see what has been smithered!
