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"
No
.
A
kettle
.
A
black
thing
with
a
handle
and
spout
.
He
sniffed
it
for
ages
,
then
he
ate
it
.
"
Enrol
grinned
weakly
at
him
,
and
belched
.
They
both
ducked
.
"
Oh
,
and
then
we
found
him
eating
soot
out
of
the
chimney
,
"
Vimes
went
on
,
as
their
heads
rose
again
over
the
railings
.
They
leaned
back
over
the
reinforced
bunker
that
was
one
of
Lady
Ramkin
’
s
sickbay
pens
.
It
had
to
be
reinforced
.
Usually
one
of
the
first
things
a
sick
dragon
did
was
lose
control
of
its
digestive
processes
.
"
He
doesn
’
t
look
sick
,
exactly
,
"
she
said
.
"
Just
fat
.
"
"
He
whines
a
lot
.
And
you
can
sort
of
see
things
moving
under
his
skin
.
You
know
what
I
think
?
You
know
you
said
they
can
rearrange
their
digestive
system
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
.
All
the
stomachs
and
pancreatic
crackers
can
be
hooked
up
in
various
ways
,
you
see
.
To
take
advantage
-
"
"
Of
whatever
they
can
find
to
make
flame
with
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
Yes
.
I
think
he
’
s
trying
to
make
some
sort
of
very
hot
flame
.
He
wants
to
challenge
the
big
dragon
.
Every
time
it
takes
to
the
air
he
just
sits
there
whining
.
"
"
And
doesn
’
t
explode
?
"
"
Not
that
we
’
ve
noticed
.
I
mean
,
I
’
m
sure
if
he
did
,
we
’
d
spot
it
.
"
