Sheriff's Office, Trooper Station
There were just things a man had to do when he was saddled with a small baby. One was change diapers.* Another was to read a bed time story to the fellow at the behest of his sergeant.
Right.
"Where's my cow?" He began, much to the baby's delight. "Is that my cow? it goes 'Baaaa'."
The baby gurgled in a way that he might assume was happily.
"It is a sheep. That's not my cow."
It wasn't quite so bad, all things considered. Just... a bit like wearing another man's slippers. Even if they did fit somehow.
"Where's my cow?" Vimes continued. "Is that my cow? It goes 'Neigh'."
[[Establishy and NFI!]]
*Or make Ralph do it, in this case.
Right.
"Where's my cow?" He began, much to the baby's delight. "Is that my cow? it goes 'Baaaa'."
The baby gurgled in a way that he might assume was happily.
"It is a sheep. That's not my cow."
It wasn't quite so bad, all things considered. Just... a bit like wearing another man's slippers. Even if they did fit somehow.
"Where's my cow?" Vimes continued. "Is that my cow? It goes 'Neigh'."
[[Establishy and NFI!]]
*Or make Ralph do it, in this case.