Henri Rousseau A Carnival Evening

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was a spang! noise. Cuddy's crossbow had gone off in his hand. The bolt whiffled past Corporal Nobbs' ear and landed in the river, where it stuck.
'Sorry,' said Cuddy.
'Tsk, tsk,' said Sergeant Colon.
That was the worst part. It would have been better all round if he'd called the dwarf some names. It would have been better if he'd made it seem that Cuddy was worth an insult.
He turned around and walked off towards Pseudo-polis Yard.
They heard his said Detritus, who already owed eleven dollars for bows.
' "If it's worth turning up"!' said Cuddy, losing the axe somewhere about his person again. 'Speciesist!'
'I don't think he meant it that way,' said Angua.
'Ho, it's all right for you,' said Cuddy.muttered comment.'What him say?' said Detritus.' "A fine body of men",' said Angua, going red.Cuddy spat on the ground, which didn't take long on account of its closeness. Then he reached under his cloak and produced, like a conjuror extracting a size 10 rabbit from a size 5 hat, his double-headed battle axe. And started to run.By the time he reached the virginal target he was a blur. There was a rip and the dummy exploded like a nuclear haystack.The other two wandered up and inspected the result, as pieces of chaff gently drifted to the ground.'Yes, all right,' said Angua. 'But he did say you're supposed to be able to ask them questions afterwards.''He didn't say they've got to be able to answer them,' said Cuddy grimly.'Lance-Constable Cuddy, deduct one dollar for target,'