Franz Marc The Monkey

Franz Marc The MonkeyFranz Marc RinderFranz Marc Rehe im Schnee
He’s got out of the river,” said Ponder. But the troll wasn’t moving very fast, because the Librarian was noncha-lantly levering one of the big stones out of the parapet.
“On this very bridge I asked—“
“That’s a big club he’s got,” said Casanunda.
“This bridge, I may say, was where I nearly—“
“Could you stop holding that rock in such a provocative way?” said Ponder.
“Oook.”
“It’d be a help.”
“The actual bridge, if anyone’s interested, is where my
whole life took a diff—“
“Why don’t we “Well, you know what they say. You can’t cross the same river twice, Archchancellor,” he said.
Ridcully stared at him.
“Why not? This is a bridge.”
On the roof of the coach the Librarian picked up the coacjust go on?” said Ponder. “He’s got a steep climb.”“Good thing for him he hasn’t got up here, eh?” said Casanunda. Ponder swiveled the Librarian around and pushed him toward the coach.“This is the bridge, in fact, where—“Ridcully turned around.“Are you coming or not?” said Casanunda, with the reins in his hand.“I was actually having a quality moment of misty nostalgicTerry Pratchettremembrance,” said Ridcully. “Not that any of you buggers noticed, of course.”Ponder held the door open.h-hom, bit the end of it reflectively—well, you never knew—and then blew it so hard that it uncurled.