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whatever the bemused man told them. Thus were immortalised in generations of atlases such geographical oddities as Just A Mountain, I Don't Know, What? and, of course, Your Finger You Fool.
Rainclouds clustered around the bald heights of Mt. Oolskunrahod ('Who is this Fool who does Not Know what a Mountain Is') and the Luggage settled itself more comfortably under a dripping tree, which tried unsuccessfully to strike up a conversation.
Twoflower and Rincewind were arguing. The person they were arguing about sat on his mushroom and watched them with interest. He looked like someone who smelled like someone who lived in a mushroom, and that bothered 'Look at that beard,' said Twoflower sternly. 'I've seen better beards on a piece of cheese.'
'Look, he's six inches high and lives in a mushroom,' snarled Rincewind. 'Of course he's a bloody gnome.'
'We've only got his word for it.'
Rincewind looked down at the gnome.Twoflower.'Well, why hasn't he got a red hat?'Rincewind hesitated, desperately trying to imagine what Twoflower was getting at.'What?' he said, giving in.'He should have a red hat,' said Twoflower. 'And he certainly ought to be cleaner and more, more sort of jolly. He doesn't look like any sort of gnome to me.''What are you going on about?'
'Excuse me,' he said. He took Twoflower to the other side of the clearing.
'Listen,' he said between his teeth. 'If he was fifteen feet tall and said he was a