Thomas Kinkade The Edge of WildernessThomas Kinkade St. Nicholas CircleThomas Kinkade Silent Night
isn't a troll,' he said. 'This is Lance-Constable Detritus – don't salute. Trolls attacked the Day Watch?'
'They're chucking cobbles!'
'You can't about it?'
'Is the rent worth more than a farthing a month?'
Muldoon stared at him with his one operating eye.
'Are you simple or what?'
Carrot gave him a big smile. 'That's right, Sergeant Muldoon. Is it, though? Worth a farthing, would you say?'
'There's dwarfs running around the streets looking for a fight and you want to know about property prices?'
'A farthing?'trust 'em,' said Detritus.'Who?' said Skully.'Trolls. Nasty pieces of work in my opinion,' said Detritus, with all the conviction of a troll with a badge. 'They need keeping a eye on.''What's happened to Quirke?' said Carrot.'I don't know! You lot have got to do something'.''We're stood down,' said Colon. 'Official.''Don't give me that!''Ah,' said Carrot, brightly. He pulled a stub of pencil out of his pocket and made a little tick in his black book. 'You still got that little house in Easy Street, Sergeant Muldoon?''What? What? Yes! What
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