The Toad nodded sagely, his tongue flickering out every once in a while as he listened to the Feegles have their every-evening fight. The little blue men were smashing heads together, wildly throwing punches (much to their delight when they hit, causing some of the others to yell 'Crivens!' but with a large smile on their faces) and hoping that they would be able to cause some damage.
"We are the only sane ones here, aren't we?" the Toad asked Jeannie, who sighed as she watched her husband, brother-in-laws, and sons with amusement hidden behind disapproval.
"Aye," She agreed. "But that makes it more interestin', you kne."
"Crivens! I kicked meself in ma ain heid!"
The lawyer would have patted Jeannie on the back if he could. "I'm sure Mr. Anybody is alright." As it was, indeed, Rob Anybody's scream who yelled out 'crivens' and accidentally hit himself in his own head.
"'e's got a thick head, he'll be fine."
I recently read Tiffany Aching and absolutely fell in love with the story (Although I am certainly not happy about Roland not marrying Tiffany, although Preston is funny) so tada, here it is. Gotta love the Nac Mac Feegles.
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