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that’ll be another iron nail in your coffin. And I’d
be a little bit sorry about that, ‘cos you know I’ve always had
a soft spot for you. But I’ve got kiddies, y’see, and they don’t
hide under the stairs because they’re frit of the thunder, and
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they don’t put milk out for the elves, and they don’t hurry home because of the night, and before we go back to them dark old Nanny Ogg nudged Casanunda.
“Go on, answer the nice gentleman.”
Casanunda swallowed.
“Blimey,” he said, “you don’t half look like your picture.”
In a narrow little valley a few miles away a party of elves had found a nest ways /’// see you nailed.”The words sliced through the air.The homed man stood up. And further up. His antlers touched the roof.Casanunda’s mouth dropped open.“So you see,” said Nanny, subsiding, “not today. One day, maybe. You just stay down here and sweat it out ‘til One Day. But not today.”“I... will decide.”“Very good. You decide. And I’ll be getting along.”The homed man looked down at Casanunda.“What are you staring at, dwarf?”