'I haven't seen it crunch anyone yet,' it complained.
'Push off or you'll feel the back of my hand,' said Vimes.
This seemed to fit the bill. The child nodded understandingly.
'Right. Can I shout hurrah again?'
'If you like,' said Vimes.
'Hurrah.'
So much for community policing, Vimes thought. He peered out from behind the fountain again.
A voice immediately above him rumbled, 'Say what you like, I still swear it's a magnificent specimen.'
Vimes's gaze travelled upwards until it crested the edge of the fountain's top bowl.
'Have you noticed,' said Sybil Ramkin, hauling herself upright by a piece of eroded statuary and dropping down in front of him, 'how every time we meet, a dragon turns up?' She gave him an arch smile. 'It's a bit like having your own tune. Or something.'
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