Pino THE DANCER

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Back in the forest, Magrat sat up and absent-mindedly pulled a twig from her hair. A few yards away the broomstick dropped through the trees, showering leaves.
A groan and a small, half-hearted tinkle caused her to peer into the gloom. An indistinct figure was on its hands and knees, searching for something.
'Did I land on you?' said Magrat.
. Women no, up till now. Is it going to happen again?'
'You've got a bloody hard head,' said Magrat, pulling herself to her feet.
'Modesty forbids me to comment,' said the Fool, and then remembered himself and added, quickly'Someone did,' said the Fool.They crawled nearer to one another.'You?''You!''What are you doing here?''Marry, I was walking along the ground,' said the Fool. 'A lot of people do, you know. I mean, I know it's been done before. It's not original. It probably lacks imagination but, well, it's always been good enough for me.''Did I hurt you?''I think I've got one or two bells that won't be the same again.'The Fool scrabbled through the leafmould, and finally located his hated hat. It clonked.'Totally crushed, i'faith,' he said, putting it on anyway. He seemed to feel better for that, and went on, 'Rain, yes, hail, yes, even lumps of rock. Fish and small frogs, okay