HERE IS ANOTHER I ADORED
There was a commotion coming from the dragon house.
Vimes entered, and shut the door behind him.
He rested the crossbow against the door.
The yammering and squeaking increased. little gouts of flame puffed above the thick walls of the hatching pens.
Vimes leaned over the nearest one.
He picked up a newly hatched dragonette and tickled it under the chin.
As it flamed excitedly he lit his cigar and savoured the smoke.
He blew a smoke ring at the figure hanging from the ceiling. "Good Morning " he said.
The figure twisted frantically. By an amazing feat of muscle control it had managed to catch a foot around the beam as it fell, but couldn't quite pull itself up.
Dropping was not to be thought of. A dozen baby dragons were underneath it, jumping up and down excitedly and flaming.
And in Heather's case, there were sometimes Third Thoughts and Fourth Thoughts, although these were quite difficult to manage and sometimes led her to walk into doors