Trooper Station, Saturday Morning

[solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com]

Considering his and sergeant Angua's guests, it was probably for the best that Vimes was not aware of their presence on the island so far.

Because he was still in his office rather than wondering if the universe had gone madder than usual.

...the unicorns clearly hadn't been enough of a clue as to that. Really.

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[certified-human.livejournal.com]

There had been a lot of ambling. Ambling was, really, one of the best abilities they brought to the force. And, eventually, ambling got them where they were going, so it was at least an effective form of transportation, if not exactly the most effective.

"Hey, look, Sarge," Nobby nudged his cohort with an elbow. "Think this is it?"

[naturessergeant.livejournal.com]

"Must be, Nobby," said Colon. "It may not say 'Watch House' on the front, but you know what they say. If it looks like a duck and it smells like a duck, there's prob'ly a man under it."

[solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com]

Inside the station, at his desk... Vimes had a sudden sense of foreboding.

"Ralph, send out an extra patrol in case we've been invaded by more talking root vegetables," he said before getting back to avoiding the paperwork.

[certified-human.livejournal.com]

"And that man," Nobby said with a confident nod, "'ll be our Vimes, I bet. S'interesting building. Not quite as nice as our Psuedopolis Yard."