Franz Marc Drei Katzen

Franz Marc Drei KatzenFranz Marc Dog Lying in the SnowFranz Marc Die kleinen gelben PferdeFranz Marc Deer in the Woods II
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back to me ... What a summer that was. They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.” He sighed. “You know,” he said, “I’d give anything to walk through those woods with her again. There were so many things we never—oh, well. Come on.”
Ponder looked around at Lancre. He’d been born and raised in Ankh-Morpork. As far as he was concerned, the countryside was something that happened to other people, and most of them had four legs. As far as he was concerned, the countryside was “Well, I, er, I should just drink anything you like, in your case,” said Ridcully.
He hauled the mail sack down from the roof.
“What do we do with this?” he said.
There were ambling footsteps behind him, and he turned to see a short, red-faced youth in ill-fittinlike raw chaos before the universe, which was to say something with cobbles and walls, some-thing civilized, was created.“This is the capital city?” he said.“More or less,” said Casanunda, who tended to feel the same way about places that weren’t paved.“I bet there’s not a single delicatessen anywhere,” said Ponder.“And the beer here,” said Ridcully, “the beer here—well, you’d just better taste the beer here! And there’s stuff called scumble, they make it from apples and . . . and damned if I know what else they put in it, except you daren’t pour it into metal mugs. You ought to try it, Mr. Stibbons. It’d put hair on your chest. And yours—“ he turned to the next one down from the coach, who turned out to be the Librarian.“Oook?”g