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was hopping from one foot to the other.
“We ought to be fighting ‘em. Mum!”
“Look at everyone!” said Nanny. “They’re dog tired and wet and confused! That’s not an army!”
“Mum, Mum, Mum!”
“What?”
“I’ll pussike ‘em up, Mum! That’s what you have to do before troops go into battle. Mum! I read about that in books! You can take a rabble of thingy and make the right kind of speech and pussike them up and turn ‘em into a ter-rible fighting force. Mum!”
“They look terrible anyway!”
“I mean terrible like fierce. Mum!”
Nanny Ogg looked, and banged it on
the planks until people were silent.
He made a speech.

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Terry Pratchett at the hundred or so Lancre subjects.The thought of them managing to fight anyone at all tooksome getting used to.“You been studyin’ this, Shawn?” she inquired.“I’ve got five years’ worth of Bows and Ammo, Mum,”said Shawn reproachfully.“Give it a try, then. If you think it’ll work.”Trembling with excitement, Shawn climbed on to atable, drew his sword with his good hand
He pointed out that their king had