Juan Gris Guitar on a Table

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Nanny. “It’s going to be on Midsummer’s
Eve.”
“It’s got to be special, on Midsummer’s Eve,” said Jason
Ogg.
The door to the smithy had been bolted shut. With-
in were the eight members of the Lancre Morris Men,
six times winners of the Fifteen Mountains All-Comers
Morris Championship,* now getting to grips with a new art
form.
“I feel a right twit,” said Bestiality Carter, Lancre’s
only baker. “A dress on! I just hope my wife doesn’t see
me!”
“Says here,” said Jason Ogg, his enormous forefinger
hesitantly tracing its way along the page, “that it’s a beaut-i-
ful story of the love of the Queen of the Fairies—that’s you,
Bestiality—“
“—thank you
“Why can’t we do a Morris like normal?” said Obidiah
Carpenter the tailor.*
“Morris is for every day,” said Jason. “We got to dp something cultural. This come all the way from Ankh-Morpork.”
“We could do the Stick and Bucket Dance,” volunteered Baker the very much—““—for a mortal man. Plus a hum-our-rus int-ter-lude with Comic Artisans...”l Three times outright, once after eleven hours extra time, and twice when the other finalists ran away. 83Terry Pratchett“What’s an artisan?” said Weaver the thatcher.“Dunno. Type of well, I reckon.” Jason scratched his head. “Yeah. They’ve got ‘em down on the plains. I repaired a pump for one once. Artisan wells.”“What’s comic about them?”“Maybe people fall down ‘em in a funny way?”