Thomas Kinkade New Horizons

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have to be. So there’s thousands of me out there who never became a wizard, just like there’s thousands of you who, oh, answered letters. Hah! To them, we’re something that might have been. Now, d’you call that proper thinking for a growing lad? When / started wizard-ing, old ‘Tudgy’ Spold was Archchancellor, and if any young wizard’d even mentioned that sort of daft thing, he’d feel a staff across his backside. Hah!”
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Somewhere far below, a frog plopped off a stone.
“Mind you, I suppose we’ve all passed a lot of water
since then.”
It dawned gently on Ridcully that the dialogue had become a monologue. He turned to Granny, who was staring round-eyed at Ridcully deflated a little.
“Can’t,” he said.
“You did it just now.”
“That’s the point. I wasn’t joking when I said I couldn’t do it again. It takes a lot out of you, transmigrationthe river as if she’d never seen water before.“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she said.“I beg your pardon? I was only—““Not you. I wasn’t talking to you. Stupid! I’ve been stupid. But I ain’t been daft! Hah! And I thought it was my memory going! And it was, too. It was going and fetching!”“What?”“I was getting scared! Me! And not thinking clear!Except I was thinking clear!”“What!”“Never mind! Well, I won’t say this hasn’t been . . . nice,” said Granny. “But I’ve got to get back. Do the thing with the fingers again. And hurry.”