Vincent van Gogh Wheatfield with a Lark

Vincent van Gogh Wheatfield with a LarkVincent van Gogh Vegetable Gardens in MontmartreVincent van Gogh Vegetable gardens at the Montmartre
Midnight? Nothing special about midnight. Practic’ly anyone can be a witch at midnight,” said Granny Weatherwax. “How about noon?”
“Certainly What are we fighting for?” said Diamanda.
“Fighting? We ain’t fighting. We’re just showing each other what we can do. Friendly like,” said Granny Weatherwax.
She stood up.
“I’d better be “Oh, well. That’s all right then,” said Granny
Weatherwax, disappearing into the night. “Explains it all, that does.”
There used to be such simple directions, back in the days before they invented parallel universes—Up and Down, Right and Left, Backward and Forward, Past and Future . . .
But normal directions don’t work in the multiverse, which has goin’,” she said. “Us old people need our sleep, you know how it is.”“And what does the winner get?” said Diamanda. There was just a trace of uncertainty in her voice now. It was very faint, on the Richter scale of doubt it was probably no more than a plastic teacup five miles away falling off a low shelf onto a carpet, but it was there.65Terry Pratchett“Oh, the winner gets to win,” said Granny Weather-wax. “That’s what it’s all about. Don’t bother to see us out. You didn’t see us in.”The door slammed back.“Simple psychokinesis,” said Diamanda.