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'Trees,' said a voice out of the darkness, high above. It possessed what can only be described as timbre.
'Yeah,' said the youngest wizard. He sucked on his dogend, and shivered.
The leader of the party peered over the rock and watched the cottage.
'Right then,' he said'If you don't watch out the fairy will come and take all your teeth away,' said Rincewind.
'No, that's elves,' said Swires from the dressing table. 'Elves do that. Toenails, too. Very touchy at times, elves can be.', knocking out his pipe on the heel of his seven league boot, who squeaked in protest. 'We rush in, we grab them, we're away. Okay?''You sure it's just people?' said the youngest wizard, nervously.'Of course I'm sure,' snarled the leader. 'What do you expect, three bears?''There could be monsters. This is the sort of wood that 45 has monsters.''And trees,' said a friendly voice from the branches. 'Yeah,' said the leader, cautiously. Rincewind looked carefully at the bed. It was quite a nice little bed, in a sort of hard toffee inlaid with caramel, but he'd rather eat it than sleep in it and it looked as though someone already had.'Someone's been eating my bed,' he said.'I like toffee,' said Twoflower defensively.