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Package
Moist pulled at the string of the package on his desk. Inside was a slip of paper.
Lord Vetinari requires your presence to discuss the 'banana problem' that transpired not ten minutes ago.
Dammit! How did he do that? Moist grabbed his coat and fled the room.
Kindness
Adora heard about it later from Mr. Pump, how the golems had put all their wishes into their creation. They had made it too human to be a good king.
Lazy
Mrs. Flitworth had never been one for idleness. Boredom begets stupidity.
Thorn
Magarat turned to unsnag her hair from the thorn bushes. This sort of thing never happened to the other two.
Imitation
There was a long audible sigh from the doorway.
+++ A Long Day? +++
Ponder sighed again.
"Oh yes. Jenkins – "
+++ Wandered Into The Library Too Far. +++
"How did you know?"
+++ The Patrician Was Here 5.6 Minutes Ago. +++
"How did he know? How – "
+++ He Is The Patrician. It Would Require Careful Study To Understand. +++
"Oh no. I don't want a learning machine imitating His Lordship."
Music
Carrot had never been musically inclined. Innate kingship didn't translate into natural talent. You just couldn't be good at everything.
Tread
"Be careful Sir. Be very careful."
"Sam! I asked you what you thought of this dress?"
Empty
Tiffany sighed and reached for her boots. The sheep were out of the pen again.
Green
Agnes looked disapprovingly on the figure in the mirror. Green just wasn't her color.
Balanced
Reaping was just a job. It wasn't one he particularly enjoyed. But Death did appreciate a job well done, and the soft whoosh of a clean cut was immensely satisfying.
Vacation
They said Sean Ogg never took a day off. But that wasn't true. He went to sleep every night didn't he?
Silly
It was hard to be anything but serious with a name like Mort.
Unexpected
Vimes could only stare at the sky as it rained bananas.
"Evening Your Grace," Vetinari walked by under a black umbrella, apparently unaffected in the slightest.
Why yes, the brick joke WAS intentional. -SilverInkblot