 |
|
 |
| |
| Author |
Message |
q1082200062
Joined: 06 Sep 2012
Posts: 149
|
|
It consoled itself with the thought that even the really UGG Boots Clearance great storms of the past - the Great Gale of 1789, for example, or Hurricane Zelda and Her Amazing Raining Frogs - had gone through this sort of thing at some stage in their career. It was just part of the great tradition of the weather.
Besides, it had had a good stretch in the equivalent of pantomime down on the UGG Boots Clearance plains, bringing seasonal snow and terminal frostbite to millions. It just had to be philosophical about being back up here now with nothing much to do except wave the heather about. If weather was people, this storm would be filling in time wearing a cardboard hat in a hamburger hell.
Currently it was observing three figures moving slowly over the moor, UGG Boots Clearance converging with some determination on a bare patch where the standing stone stood, or usually stood, though just at the moment it wasn't visible.
It recognised them as old friends and connoisseurs, and conjured up a brief unseasonal roll of thunder as a form of greeting. This was totally ignored.
'The bloody stone's gone,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'However many there is of Nike high heels it.'
Her face was pale. It might also have been drawn; if so, then it was by a very neurotic artist. She looked as though she meant business. Bad business.
'Light the fire, Magrat,' she added automatically.
'I daresay we'll all feel better for a cup of tea,' said Nanny Ogg, mouthing the words like a mantra. She fumbled in the recesses of Nike heels her shawl. 'With something in it,' she added, producing a small bottle of applejack.
'Alcohol is a deceiver and tarnishes the soul,' said Magrat virtuously.
'I never touch the stuff,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'We should keep a clear head, Gytha.'
'Just a drop in your tea isn't drinking,' said Nanny. 'It's medicine. It's a chilly old wind up here, sisters.'
'Very well,' said Granny. Nike high heels 'But just a drop.'
They drank in silence. Eventually Granny said, 'Well, Magrat. You know all about the coven business. We might as well do it right. What do we do next?'
Magrat hesitated. She wasn't up to suggesting dancing naked.
'There's a song,' she said. 'In praise of the full moon.'
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
    |
|
ivy00135
Joined: 06 Nov 2012
Posts: 49808
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
View next topic
View previous topic
You cannot post new topics in this forum
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
You cannot edit your posts in this forum
You cannot delete your posts in this forum
You cannot vote in polls in this forum
You cannot attach files in this forum
You cannot download files in this forum
|
|
|
|
 |
|
 |
|
