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"
Let
’
s
just
hope
it
doesn
’
t
catch
on
,
"
said
Vimes
,
gingerly
putting
the
exhausted
dragon
back
in
its
pen
.
He
felt
quite
lightheaded
.
Once
again
he
was
aware
of
eyes
staring
fixedly
at
him
.
He
glanced
sideways
into
the
long
,
pointed
face
of
Goodboy
Bindle
Featherstone
,
rearing
up
in
a
pose
best
described
as
The
Last
Puppy
in
the
Shop
.
To
his
astonishment
,
he
found
himself
reaching
over
and
scratching
it
behind
its
ears
,
or
at
least
behind
the
two
spiky
things
at
the
sides
of
its
head
which
were
presumably
its
ears
.
It
responded
with
a
strange
noise
that
sounded
like
a
complicated
blockage
in
a
brewery
.
He
took
his
hand
away
hurriedly
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
.
"
It
’
s
his
stomachs
rumbling
.
That
means
he
likes
you
.
"
To
his
amazement
,
Vimes
found
that
he
was
rather
pleased
about
this
.
As
far
as
he
could
recall
,
nothing
in
his
life
before
had
thought
him
worth
a
burp
.
"
I
thought
you
were
,
er
,
going
to
get
rid
of
him
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
suppose
I
shall
have
to
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
know
how
it
is
,
though
.
They
look
up
at
you
with
those
big
,
soulful
eyes
-
"
There
was
a
brief
,
mutual
,
awkward
silence
.
"
How
would
it
be
if
I
-
"
