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been a long day. The room did not offer the kind of full life that Greebo had come to expect and demand. The only point of interest had been the discovery, around mid-morning, of a colony of mice who had spent generations eating their way through a priceless tapestry history of Lancre and had just got as far as King Murune (709--down cat face lowered itself slowly into his field of vision, wearing an expression of evil-eyed interest.
'Does oo want to go home, den?' said the Fool hopefully. 'Look, Mr Door is open.'
Greebo increased his grip. He had found a friend.745), who met a they did, too. He had sharpened his claws on a bust of Lancre's only royal vampire, Queen Grimnir the Impaler (1514-1553, 1553-1557, 1557-1562, 1562-1567 and 1568-1573). He had performed his morning ablutions on a portrait of an unknown monarch, which was beginning to dissolve. Now he was bored, and also angry.He raked his claws across the place where the Fool's ears should have been, and was rewarded with nothing more than a metallic scraping noise.'Who's a good boy, den?' said the Fool. 'Wowsa wowsa whoosh.'This intrigued Greebo. The only other person who had ever spoken to him like this was Nanny Ogg; everyone else addressed him as 'Yarrgeroffoutofityahbarstard'. He leaned down very carefully, intrigued by the new experience.From the Fool's point of view an upside
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