Disclaimer: Do not own. Terry Pratchett own.

A/N: Just to say, I messed up when I described Ella's clothes. I just realized, sorry. It's a short-sleeved brown explorer jacket, okay?

My brain never works right….

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"Oh, damn, what a smell!" Ella held her nose, her eyes watering. "How do you stand this?!"

They were already on their way to the newspaper office. Ella had brought her suitcase, since they were planning to go to a boarding house afterward.

Rincewind sniffed the air. "I don't smell anything. Nothing that bad. You get used to it, you know."

"Get used to it! I can't even stand it!"

"In summer, it smells a little weird, because of the heat, so you—"

"There's stuff worse than this?! Ugh!"

They stopped in front of the newspaper office. It looked stretched out, so it would look bigger, but when you saw it, you had a feeling that it was smaller inside than it looked outside. The great building was trying very hard to look important, but only managed to look horribly expensive.

"Well," said Ella.

"Yes," said Rincewind.

"It's small, en't it?"

"Yeah…well, let's go in." Rincewind started to walk in exceedingly slow.*

"Wait." Ella appeared in front of him, lightning fast, in a millisecond. She put up a hand in front of Rincewind and looked around cautiously.

"I hear something."

Rincewind blinked, and listened very closely. There was the soft patter of feet…dozens and dozens of feet….

"It's the Luggage!"

"What?"

"The Luggage! I told it to stay home, but oh no, it has to follow me everywhere…." As Ella gaped at him, bewildered, Rincewind walked over to where the noise was coming from. He found the Luggage not far behind them, gazing at them intently.

            "What are you?" Ella ran up from behind them, dragging her suitcase from behind.

Rincewind opened his mouth, ready for a comeback, and then realized she was talking to the Luggage. He raised an eyebrow. Hardly anyone really talked to the Luggage**. They didn't really like its company, from what he'd gathered. He didn't exactly blame then, since the Luggage did eat people—If that's what you call it.

"It's the Luggage."

"It has feet."

"I can see that," said Rincewind dryly. Honestly, he thought, women.

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* In Ankh-Morpork, daylight robbery isn't a metaphor.

** Other than him, that is.

"Augh!" Ella stared at the Luggage, which seemed to be chewing something up.

"What? What did it bloody eat this time?" Rincewind looked around hurriedly, and become conscious to the fact that Ella's suitcase was missing.

"Oh. It's your suitcase, yeah?"

"Yes! D'you know how to make it spew things out?"

"No…but don't worry, it probably did that to keep it safe. It'll probably have your stuff in it," Rincewind nodded to her. "I wouldn't worry about it."

"Does…does it usually eat things?"

"Well—"

The Luggage suddenly growled at something behind them. Both Ella and Rincewind turned around. There, on the cobblestones, looking very cute, was a rabbit.

"What's it growlin' for? It's only a rabbit." Ella stepped forward, and the Luggage made another rumbling sound.

After that, they noticed that there were many rabbits. Hundreds and hundreds. Thousands and thousands. They were all running towards where Ella and Rincewind were standing with the Luggage.

"Run!" Rincewind immediately started running, grabbing Ella's hand, dragging her with him. The Luggage wasn't far behind.

"But…it's just rabbits…"

"Doesn't matter!"

"…who are being chased by wolves…"

"Don't look back, Ella!"

"…who are being chased by bears…"

"Come ON!"

"…who are being chased by…oh my god."

"Now, do you get it?!" Rincewind let go of Ella's hand, since she was already running in front of him. He felt a little sorry to do that, but anyhow—

"Ahhh!!! Stampede!!! RUN!"

"You are slow, aren't you?"

"You stupid—" Ella began, and growled.  Rincewind blinked, and then realized she was reaching for the Luggage. She reached in without getting snapped at—which was surprising. But that wasn't why Rincewind's eyes were widening. Ella's hand came out of the Luggage—

And it was holding a witch's broom. She got on, flew it up next to where Rincewind was running, and looked expectantly at him. "Get on!"

"No bloody way!" Rincewind shouted firmly. Or, at least, started to shout. Before he could finish, they heard a bunch of screams behind them.

"Okay!" Rincewind jumped on the broom behind Ella, and they zoomed off high in to the sky.

Ella's hair, which smelled strongly of kiwis and coconuts*, flew right into Rincewind's face. Her white skirt was going up too, and she had a mischievous grin on.

Oh no, thought Rincewind. My instinct's right. It's ALWAYS right.

We're gonna die.

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*Which is a very nice and fragrant smell.

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A/N: Sorry so short! I have something good for the next chapter!

Ps: If you want to see the picture of Rincewind that didn't come up before, just email me. :) I'll be putting it up in my bio soon, though.