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           Hestaredandstaredatthemalformedlittlething,andtheideathathadbeenknockingforattentionforthelastfewminutesfinallygainedentrance.EveryoneinAnkh-Morporkwantedtofindthedragon’slair.Atleast,wantedtofinditempty.Bitsofwoodonastickwouldn’tdoit,hewascertain.But,astheysaid,setathief...

           Hesaid,"Couldonedragonsniffoutanother?Imean,followascent?"

           DearestMother[wroteCarrot]TalkaboutaTurnUpfortheBooks.LastnightthedragonburnedupourHeadquartersandLoandBeholdwehavebeengivenabetterone,itisinaplacecalledPseudopolisYard,oppositetheOperaHouse.SgtColonsaidwehavegoneUpintheWorldandhastoldNobbynottotrytosellthefurnishings.GoingUpintheWorldisametaphor,whichIamlearningabout,itislikeLyingbutmoredecorative.Therearepropercarpetstospiton.Twicetodaygroupsofpeoplehavetriedtosearchthecellarshereforthedragon,itisamazing.Anddigginguppeople’spriviesandpokingintoattics,itislikeaFever.Onethingis,peoplehaven’tgottimeformuchelse,andSgtColonsays,whenyougooutonyourRoundsandshoutTwelveoftheClockandAll’sWellwhileadragonismeltingthestreetyoufeelabitofaBurke.

           IhavemovedoutofMrsPalm’sbecause,therearedozensofbedroomshere.ItwassadandtheymademeacakebutIthinkitisforthebest,althoughMrsPalmneverchargedmerentwhichwasveryniceofherconsideringsheisawidowwithsomanyfinedaughterstobringupplusdowriesekcetra.