Jean Fragonard The Bathers

Jean Fragonard The BathersThomas Gainsborough Mrs SheridanSandro Botticelli Venus and Mars
he doesn't like trolls much,' he said. 'We couldn't get a word out of him all day when he heard we had to advertise for a troll recruit. And then we had to have a dwarf, otherwise they'd be trouble. I'm a dwarf, too, but the dwarfs here don't believe it.'
'You don't say?' said 'The Patrician said we had to have a bit of representation from the minority groups,' said Carrot.
'Minority groups!'
'Sorry. Anyway, he's only got a few more days—'
There was a splintering noise across the street. They turned as a figure sprinted out of a tavern and hared away up the street, closely followed – at least for a few steps – by a fat man in an apron.
'Stop! Stop! Unlicensed thief!'Angua, looking up at him.'My mother had me by adoption.''Oh. Yes, but I'm not a troll or a dwarf,' said Angua sweetly.'No, but you're a w—'Angua stopped. 'That's it, is it? Good grief! This is the Century of the Fruitbat, you know. Ye gods, does he really think like that?''He's a bit set in his ways.''Congealed, I should think.'