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and landed lightly on the crowd.
‘It’s never too late to have a good life.
And when no-one was looking, the last surviving trolley on the Discworld
rattled off sadly into the oblivion of the night, lost and alone. *

l It is generally thought, on those worlds where the mall lifeform has seeded, that people take the wire baskets away and leave them in strange and isolated places, so that squads of young men have to be employed to gather them together and wheel them back. This is exactly the opposite of the truth. In reality the men are hunters. stalking their rattling prey across the landscape, trapping them, breaking their spirit, taming them and herding them to a life of slavery. Possibly.not seeding, is it?’ said Reg Shoe.Windle grabbed one of the flakes. It was a crude rectangle, uneven and blotchy. It was just about possible, with a certain amount of imagination, to make out the words:C)OS ~I’~ ~o~~o Sae.v~3VQr~~hnia t7u~, O9 ,lc/ J o ‘No, ‘ said Windle. ‘Probably not.’He lay back and smiled. It was