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It
wasn
’
t
only
the
fresh
mountain
air
that
had
given
Carrot
his
huge
physique
.
Being
brought
up
in
a
gold
mine
run
by
dwarfs
and
working
a
twelve
-
hour
day
hauling
wagons
to
the
surface
must
have
helped
.
He
walked
with
a
stoop
.
What
will
do
that
is
being
brought
up
in
a
gold
mine
run
by
dwarfs
who
thought
that
five
feet
was
a
good
height
for
a
ceiling
.
He
’
d
always
known
he
was
different
.
More
bruised
for
one
thing
.
And
then
one
day
his
father
had
come
up
to
him
or
,
rather
,
come
up
to
his
waist
,
and
told
him
that
he
was
not
,
in
fact
,
as
he
had
always
believed
,
a
dwarf
.
It
’
s
a
terrible
thing
to
be
nearly
sixteen
and
the
wrong
species
.
"
We
didn
’
t
like
to
say
so
before
,
son
,
"
said
his
father
.
"
We
thought
you
’
d
grow
out
of
it
,
see
.
"
"
Grow
out
of
what
?
"
said
Carrot
.
"
Growing
.
But
now
your
mother
thinks
,
that
is
,
we
both
think
,
it
’
s
time
you
went
out
among
your
own
kind
.
I
mean
,
it
’
s
not
fair
,
keeping
you
cooped
up
here
without
company
of
your
own
height
.
"
His
father
twiddled
a
loose
rivet
on
his
helmet
,
a
sure
sign
that
he
was
worried
.
"
Er
,
"
he
added
.
"
But
you
’
re
my
kind
!
"
said
Carrot
desperately
.
"
In
a
manner
of
speaking
,
yes
,
"
said
his
father
.
"
In
another
manner
of
speaking
,
which
is
a
rather
more
precise
and
accurate
manner
of
speaking
,
no
.
It
’
s
all
this
genetics
business
,
you
see
.
So
it
might
be
a
very
good
idea
if
you
were
to
go
out
and
see
something
of
the
world
.
’
’
