Saul was spending an afternoon discussing swamp dragons with Brenda, and as Sam got enough of that at home thank you very much, she decided to take Little Sam to the zoo.
Besides, she figured Saul would like a nice long natter with one of his oldest friends.
Little Sam was utterly enraptured. The care and love that her father had towards swamp dragons Little Sam had towards, well, everything. Vimes was subsequently dragged from one cage to another, by the suddenly strong grip of a six year old girl determined to see every single animal at the zoo, preferably twice.
Vimes didn't mind. She was content to enjoy her daughter's company, the feel of Saul's heavy wool sweater on her, the rare feeling of the swish of a skirt, and the ice creams that she had gotten for Little Sam and herself.
Though the day took an unexpected turn for the familiarly stinky when the zookeepers recognized Vimes as the savior of the Magnificent Fanny, and after a moment's talk, invited Little Sam in the company of her mother to collect some poo samples.
The sound that came out of her daughter's mouth, Vimes later reflected, was not human.
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