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understand her,’ he said. ‘Yesterday she was quite normal, today it’s all gone to her head.’
‘Bitches!’ said Gaspode, sympathetically.
‘Oh, I wouldn’t go that far,’ said Victor. ‘She’s just aloof.’
‘Loofs!’ said Gaspode.
‘That’s what intelligence does for your sex life,’ said Don’t-call-me-Mr-Thumpy. ‘Rabbits never have that sort of ‘The duck says, have you done anything about the book?’ said Gaspode.
‘I had a look at it when we broke for lunch,’ said Victor.
There was another irritable quack.
‘The duck says, yes, but what have you done about it?’ said Gaspode.
‘Look, I can’t go all the way to Ankh-Morpork just like that,’ snapped Victor. ‘It takes hours! We film all day as it is!’ trouble. Go, Sow, Thank You Doe.’ ‘You could try offering her a moushe,’ said the cat. ‘Preshent company exchepted, of course,’ it added guiltily, trying to avoid Definitely-Not-Squeak’s glare.‘Being intelligent hasn’t done my social life any favours, either,’ said Mr Thumpy bitterly. ‘A week ago, no prob lems. Now suddenly I want to make conversation, and all they do is sit there wrinklin’ their noses at you. You feel a right idiot.’ There was a strangulated quacking.