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Terry Pratchett
Greebo had spent an her dress and kicking the third elf just under the knee.
Shawn saw a flash of metal as her foot retreated under the silk again.
She elbowed the screaming elf aside, trotted into the doorway, and came back with a crossbow.
“Shawn,” she said, “which one hurt you?”
“All of them,” said Shawn, weakly. “But the one fighting Greebo stabbed Diamanda.”
The elf pulled Greebo off his face. Green-blue irritating two minutes in that box. Technically, a cat locked in a box may be alive or it may be dead. You never know until you look. In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.Shawn dived sideways as Greebo went off like a Claymore mine.“Don’t worry about him,” said Magrat dreamily, as the elf flailed at the maddened cat. “He’s just a big softy.”She drew a knife out of the folds of her dress, turned, and stabbed the elf behind her. It wasn’t an accurate thrust, but it didn’t have to be. Not with an iron blade.She completed the movement by daintily raising the hem of