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"
What
about
,
er
,
you
know
?
"
He
indicated
the
dunging
fork
.
"
Well
,
it
’
s
mainly
gas
.
Just
keep
him
somewhere
well
ventilated
.
You
haven
’
t
got
any
valuable
carpets
,
have
you
?
It
’
s
best
not
to
let
them
lick
your
face
,
but
they
can
be
trained
to
control
their
flame
.
They
’
re
very
helpful
for
lighting
fires
.
"
Goodboy
Bindle
Featherstone
curled
up
amidst
a
barrage
of
plumbing
noises
.
They
’
ve
got
eight
stomachs
,
Vimes
remembered
;
the
drawings
in
the
book
had
been
very
detailed
.
And
there
’
s
lots
of
other
stuff
like
fractional
-
distillation
tubes
and
mad
alchemy
sets
in
there
.
No
swamp
dragon
could
ever
terrorise
a
kingdom
,
except
by
accident
.
Vimes
wondered
how
many
had
been
killed
by
enterprising
heroes
.
It
was
terribly
cruel
to
do
something
like
that
to
creatures
whose
only
crime
was
to
blow
themselves
absent
-
mindedly
to
pieces
in
mid
-
air
,
which
was
not
something
any
individual
dragon
made
a
habit
of
.
It
made
him
quite
angry
to
think
about
it
.
A
race
of
,
of
whittles
,
that
’
s
what
dragons
were
.
Born
to
lose
.
Live
fast
,
die
wide
.
Omnivores
or
not
,
what
they
must
really
live
on
was
their
nerves
,
flapping
apologetically
through
the
world
in
mortal
fear
of
their
own
digestive
system
.
The
family
would
be
just
getting
over
father
’
s
explosion
,
and
some
twerp
in
a
suit
of
armour
would
come
plodding
into
the
swamp
to
stick
a
sword
into
a
bag
of
guts
that
was
only
one
step
away
from
self
-
destruction
in
any
case
.
Huh
.
It
’
d
be
interesting
to
see
how
the
great
dragon
slayers
of
the
past
stood
up
to
the
big
dragon
.
Armour
?
Best
not
to
wear
it
.
It
’
d
all
be
the
same
in
any
case
,
and
at
least
your
ashes
wouldn
’
t
come
prepackaged
in
their
own
foil
.
He
stared
and
stared
at
the
malformed
little
thing
,
and
the
idea
that
had
been
knocking
for
attention
for
the
last
few
minutes
finally
gained
entrance
.
Everyone
in
Ankh
-
Morpork
wanted
to
find
the
dragon
’
s
lair
.
At
least
,
wanted
to
find
it
empty
.
Bits
of
wood
on
a
stick
wouldn
’
t
do
it
,
he
was
certain
.
But
,
as
they
said
,
set
a
thief
.
.
.
He
said
,
"
Could
one
dragon
sniff
out
another
?
I
mean
,
follow
a
scent
?
"
Dearest
Mother
[
wrote
Carrot
]
Talk
about
a
Turn
Up
for
the
Books
.
Last
night
the
dragon
burned
up
our
Headquarters
and
Lo
and
Behold
we
have
been
given
a
better
one
,
it
is
in
a
place
called
Pseudopolis
Yard
,
opposite
the
Opera
House
.
Sgt
Colon
said
we
have
gone
Up
in
the
World
and
has
told
Nobby
not
to
try
to
sell
the
furnishings
.
Going
Up
in
the
World
is
a
metaphor
,
which
I
am
learning
about
,
it
is
like
Lying
but
more
decorative
.
There
are
proper
carpets
to
spit
on
.
Twice
today
groups
of
people
have
tried
to
search
the
cellars
here
for
the
dragon
,
it
is
amazing
.
And
digging
up
people
’
s
privies
and
poking
into
attics
,
it
is
like
a
Fever
.
One
thing
is
,
people
haven
’
t
got
time
for
much
else
,
and
Sgt
Colon
says
,
when
you
go
out
on
your
Rounds
and
shout
Twelve
of
the
Clock
and
All
’
s
Well
while
a
dragon
is
melting
the
street
you
feel
a
bit
of
a
Burke
.
