![]() ![]() Then there was the new straw hat, with a ribbon on it. She'd have to scuff the things as soon as possible. Tiffany Aching, standing on the rug in her bedroom, shook her head. There was nothing wrong with putting a bit of a polish on boots to keep the wet out. It needed, needed something better, a strong mind, a mind with power, a mind that could keep it safe. But they had useless brains, capable of thinking only about grass and making other things that went baa. ![]() ![]() It could hide in one of the blobby white creatures that baa 'd nervously as it crawled over the turf. So now it was naked again, and frightened. It had been months since it had last thought, because the brain that was doing the thinking for it had died. Movement without a body tired it, and it drifted very slowly. Leaving It came crackling over the hills, like an invisible fog. ![]()
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