Henri Rousseau The Dream

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paperknife was slowly bending.
‘Well?’ said the Patrician.
‘Not us,’ said Ridcully, his voice hollow. The Patrician followed his gaze.
The knife was already curved like a bow.
The Patrician scanned the sheepish crowd until he found Captain Doxie of the City Guard Day Watch.
‘Can’t you do something?’ he said.
‘Er. Like what, sir? The knife? Er. I suppose I could arrest it for being bent.’
Lord to call.
‘You there, One-Man-Bucket?’ she said.
Then she ducked, just in case.
A reedy and petulant voice oozed out of the air.
where have you been I can’t move in here!
Mrs Cake bit her lip. Such a directVetinari threw his hands up in the air.‘So! It’s not magic! It’s not gods! It’s not people! What is it? And who’s going to stop it? Who am I going to call?’Half an hour later the little globe had vanished.No-one noticed. They never do.Mrs Cake knew who she was going reply meant her spirit guide was worried. When he didn’t have anything on his