Thomas Kinkade Seaside Village

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Casanunda put his head on one side. You don’t move around among a different species for most of your life with-out learning to read a lot of their body language, especially since it’s in such large print.
“You won’t entirely be sorry, eh?” he said.
“Me? I don’t as a wink, her.”
More doubts were entering Magrat’s life. They concerned crossbows, for one thing. A crossbow is a very useful and usable weapon designed for speed and convenience and deadliness in the hands of the inexperienced, like a faster version of an out-of-code TV dinner. But it is designed to be used once, by someone who has somewhere safe to duck while they reload. Otherwise it is just so much metal and wood with a piece of string on it.want ‘em back! They’re untrustworthy and cruel and arrogant parasites and we don’t need ‘em one bit.”“Bet you half a dollar?”Nanny was suddenly flustered.“Don’t you look at me like that! Esme’s right. Of course she’s right. We don’t want elves anymore. Stands to reason.”“Esme’s the short one, is she?”“Hah, no, Esme’s the tall one with the nose. You know her.”“Right, yes.”“The short one is Magrat. She’s a kind-hearted soul and a bit soft. Wears flowers in her hair and believes in songs, I reckon she’d be off dancing with the elves quick