The Sheriff's Office, Trroper Station

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Sam Vimes was used to many things upon waking up. Invasions of small, harmless creatures... raining of fruit... the occasional shout of 'BUGGRIT!'... but cooing did not fall anywhere near those examples.

Nor did gurgling.

He turned his head from his pillow and toward the noise and saw black. Then opened his eyes and saw...

[[For one!]]