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'What I don't understand,' said father Lezek, 'is that the birds don't even fly away. I'd fly away, if I saw it coining towards me.'
'Ah. The human body's a wonderful thing. I mean, his legs go all over the place but there's a fair turn of speed there.'
Mort reached the end of a furrow. An overfull woodpigeon lurched slowly out of his way.
'His heart's in the right place, mind,' said Lezek, carefully.
'Ah. 'Courseyou could wish to meet, it's just that —'
'I know, I know,' said Lezek. 'He couldn't find his arse with both hands.'
They stared at the distant figure. It had fallen over. Some pigeons had waddled over to inspect it.
'He's not stupid, mind,' said Hamesh. 'Not what you'd call stupid.', 'tis the rest of him that isn't.''He's clean about the house. Doesn't eat much,' said Lezek.'No, I can see that.'Lezek looked sideways at his brother, who was staring fixedly at the sky.'I did hear you'd got a place going up at your farm, Hamesh,' he said.'Ah. Got an apprentice in, didn't I?''Ah,' said Lezek gloomily, 'when was that, then?''Yesterday,' said his brother, lying with rattlesnake speed. 'All signed and sealed. Sorry. Look, I got nothing against young Mort, see, he's as nice a boy as
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