Jean-Honore Fragonard le jour

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“I remember once when we were in these woods you let
me—“
“Shut up.”
Granny “Maybe you’ve got your mind on other things,” said Ridcully, not quite giving up hope.
“Course I’ve got my mind on other things, with you falling over all the time and gabbling a lot of nonsense,” said Granny. “If Mr. Cleverdick Wizard hadn’t wanted to dredge up things that never existed in the first place I wouldn’t be here, I’d be in the center of things, knowing what’s going on.” She clenched her fists.Weatherwax sat down on a stump.“We’re being mazed,” she said. “Someone’s playing tricks on us.”“I remember a story once,” said Ridcully, “where these two children were lost in the woods and a lot of birds came and covered them with leaves.” Hope showed in his voice like a toe peeking out from under a crinoline.“Yes, that’s just the sort of bloody stupid thing a bird would think of,” said Granny. She rubbed her head.“She’s doing it,” she said. “It’s an elvish trick. Leading217Terry Pratchetttravelers astray. She’s mucking up my head. My actual head. Oh, she’s good. Making us go where she wants. Making us go round in circles. Doing it to me.”