Tiffany got up early and lit the fires. When her mother came down, she was scrubbing the kitchen floor, very hard.
“Er…aren’t you supposed to do that sort of thing by magic, dear?” said her mother, who’d never really got the hang of what witchcraft was all about.
“No, Mum, I’m supposed not to,” said Tiffany, still scrubbing.
“But can’t you just wave your hand and make all the dirt fly away, then?”
“The trouble is getting the magic to understand what dirt is,” said Tiffany, scrubbing hard at a stain. “I heard of a witch over in Escrow who got it wrong and ended up losing the entire floor and her sandals and nearly a toe.”
Mrs. Aching backed away. “I thought you just had to wave your hands about,” she mumbled nervously.
“That works,” said Tiffany, “but only if you wave them about on the floor with a scrubbing brush.
Oh, you mean like Orpheo rescuing Euniphon from the Underworld?” said Roland.
Rob Anybody just stared.
“It’s a myth from Ephebe,” Roland went on. “It’s supposed to be a love story, but it’s really a metaphor for the annual return of summer. There’s a lot of versions of that story.”
(...)
“A metaphor is a kind o’ lie to help people understand what’s true,” said Billy Bigchin, but this didn’t help much.
Yep, it's gone myffic all right.
Terry PratchettTags: humor
There's no educating a smart boy.
Terry PratchettThere are the people of the day, and the creatures of the night. And it's important to remember that the creatures of the night aren't simply the people of the day staying up late because they think that makes them cool and interesting. It takes more than heavy mascara and a pale complexion to cross the divide.
Terry PratchettSometimes the only thing you could do for people was to be there.
Terry PratchettAnd then she woke up and it was all a dream.' It was just about the worst ending you could have to any story.
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Terry PratchettThere was a bird whistle as Polly neared the hiding place. She identified this one as the sound of the Very Bad Bird Impersonator…
Terry PratchettTags: humor hiding-place
Die Sonne ging zögernd auf, alswüsste sie nicht so recht, ob es die Mühe lohne.
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