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“Hot sausages, two for a dollar, made of genuine pig, why not buy one for the lady?”
“Don’t you mean pork, sir?” said Carrot warily, eyeing the glistening tubes.
“Manner of speaking, manner of speaking,” said Throat quickly. “Certainly your actual pig products. Genuine pig.” -Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett
(Description: a burnt sausage with the words ‘dry and shriveled outside’ and an arrow pointing to the sausage)
Moss had grown over the wooden markers of the other six, but it had been scraped off the central one, revealing the name: JOHN KEEL. And carved underneath by someone who had taken some pains, was: How Do They Rise Up. A huge wreath of lilac flowers, bound with purple ribbon, had been placed on the grave. On top of it, tied round with another piece of purple ribbon, was an egg. “Mrs Palm and Mrs Battye and some of the girls were up here earlier,” said Dibbler. “And of course Madam always makes sure there’s the egg.” “It’s nice, the way they always remember,” said Sergeant Colon. The three stood in silence. They were not, on the whole, men with a vocabulary designed for times like this. After awhile, though, Nobby felt moved to speak. “He gave me a spoon once,” he said, to the air in general. “Yeah, I know,” said Colon. “My dad pinched it off me when he come out of prison, but it was my spoon,” said Nobby persistently. “That means a lot to a kid, your own spoon.” “Come to that, he was the first person to make me a sergeant,” said Colon. “Got busted again, of course, but I knew I could do it again then. He was a good copper.” “He bought a pie off me, first week I was starting out,” said Dibbler. “Ate it all. Didn’t spit out anything.” There was more silence. After awhile, Sergeant Colon cleared his throat, a general signal to indicate that some sort of appropriate moment was now over. There was a general relaxation of muscles. - Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
(image credit: Orsolya Nagy. Image description: a large handmade lilac wreath hangs from a lilac bush)
Inktober 2015, days 9 to 18 - Discworld characters
(Description: black and white ink illustrations of Dibbler selling sausages, Tiffany with her frying pan, Vetinari at his desk, Detritus carrying his siege weapon, Colon holding his helmet, Nobby cleaning his ear with a dagger, Cohen leaning on his sword, a watchman who I think is Reg Shoe, one of the watch dwarfs (I don’t know which one) and Carrot reading from the official ordinances.)
“Hot sausages, two for a dollar, made of genuine pig, why not buy one for the lady?”
“Don’t you mean pork, sir?” said Carrot warily, eyeing the glistening tubes.
“Manner of speaking, manner of speaking,” said Throat quickly. “Certainly your actual pig products. Genuine pig.” -Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett
(Description: a burnt sausage with the words ‘dry and shriveled outside’ and an arrow pointing to the sausage)
