Fewmet

for if the Hartes haue had any disturbaunce, or haue bene hurte, then they make theyr fewmet oftentimes drie, burned and sharpe at that one ende

For by his slot, his entries, and his port, His frayings, fewmets, he [the stag] doth promise sport

Sir Hunter, how is a man to know the Hart […] in what pasture he has been, whether in wheat, or in oats, or in beans, or in peas? I will tell you, if the fewmets are yellow, and in globular masses that is of wheat, or of oats. And if he has been in peas or in beans, if the Hart is fat, the fewmets will be black, and in globular masses, and the fewmet small.

The halberd has fallen! The fewmets have hit the windmill!

“He’s going to where my dragons were! Come on, Meg, maybe he’s found fewmets!” ¶ She hurried after boy and dog. “How would you know a dragon dropping? Fewmets probably look like bigger and better cowpies.”