Friday, April 24, 2009

Paul Klee Fish Magic

Paul Klee Fish MagicPaul Klee Around the FishPaul Klee Ancient SoundRene Magritte Homesickness
Ridcully shook himself. “What’s happening?” he said.
“I don’t know!” said Shawn, who was almost in tears. “I think we’re being attacked by elves! Nothing anyone’s telling me’s making any sense! Somehow they arrived during the Entertainment! Or something!”
Ridcully looked around at the frightened, bewildered
people.
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Terry Pratchett
“And Miss Magrat’s gone out to fight them alonel”
Ridcully “They ain’t got me, then,” said Nanny Ogg, behind him.
“Mum? How did you get in?”
“Broomstick. You’d better get some people with bows up on the roof. I came down that way. So can others.”looked perplexed.“Who’s Miss Magrat?”“She’s going to be queen! The bride! You know? Magrat Garlick?”Ridcully’s mind could digest one fact at a time.“What’s she gone out for?”“They captured the king!”“Did you know they’ve got Esme Weatherwax as well?”“What, Granny Weatherwax?”“I came back to rescue her,” said Ridcully, and then real-ized that this sounded either nonsense or cowardly.Shawn was too upset to notice. “I just hope they’re not collecting witches,” he said. “They’ll need our mum to get the complete set.”

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