Disclaimer: I make no claim to Discworld, or any characters that appear in the Discworld series. They are the property of Terry Prachett. I make no money off this story.
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It took a special brand of cowardice to be able to forsake all semblance of curiosity. And Rincewind was a rare breed of coward, he would gladly admit. He was the kind of coward who assumed that anything that made a sudden, unexpected noise had horrific plots in store for him, and it was best to quickly remove himself. So it wasn't unusual to wake up running.
Sleeping in trees had that advantage: if you heard a noise it was very simple to suddenly come upon the ground and move forward at a rapid pace. These days he could be off a good mile before his mind registered the sound of a most likely harmless bird. This morning as he jogged back to his sleeping spot Rincewind decided to change. As of this moment, Rincewind would become a coward who grabbed his hat BEFORE he ran, so as not to need to backtrack.
