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"
But
it
looks
real
enough
.
I
mean
,
you
’
d
expect
a
magical
creature
to
be
,
well
,
gauzy
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
’
s
real
.
It
’
s
real
all
right
,
"
said
Ramkin
bitterly
.
"
But
supposing
it
needs
magic
like
we
need
,
like
we
need
.
.
.
sunlight
?
Or
food
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
thaumivore
,
you
mean
?
"
"
I
just
think
it
eats
magic
,
that
’
s
all
,
"
said
Vimes
,
who
had
not
had
a
classical
education
.
"
I
mean
,
all
these
little
swamp
dragons
,
always
on
the
point
of
extinction
,
suppose
one
day
back
in
prehistoric
times
some
of
them
found
out
how
to
use
magic
?
"
"
There
used
to
be
a
lot
of
natural
magic
around
once
,
"
said
Lady
Ramkin
thoughtfully
.
"
There
you
are
,
then
.
After
all
,
creatures
use
the
air
and
the
sea
.
I
mean
,
if
there
’
s
a
natural
resource
around
,
something
’
s
going
to
use
it
,
aren
’
t
they
?
Then
it
wouldn
’
t
matter
about
bad
digestion
and
weight
and
wing
size
and
so
on
,
because
the
magic
would
take
care
of
it
.
Wow
!
"
But
you
’
d
need
a
lot
,
he
thought
.
He
wasn
’
t
certain
how
much
magic
you
’
d
need
to
change
the
world
enough
to
let
tons
of
armoured
carcass
flit
around
the
sky
like
a
swallow
,
but
he
’
d
bet
it
was
lots
.
All
those
thefts
.
Someone
’
d
been
feeding
the
dragon
.
He
looked
at
the
bulk
of
the
Unseen
University
Library
of
magic
books
,
the
greatest
accumulation
of
distilled
magical
power
on
the
Discworld
.
And
now
the
dragon
had
learned
how
to
feed
itself
.
