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Where's my cow?
Is that my cow?
It goes Baa!
it is a sheep!
That is not my cow!
A lot had changed on the island for Sam Vimes and Sam Vimes, Jr. No longer was the time father and son spent together severely limited by the elder's Vimes' work. No longer did Young Sam have to wait patiently for the 6 o'clock hour to arrive. Mornings were slowed and evenings sooner on Tabula Rasa, and that meant that Sam and Young Sam could been seen together at all hours of the day.
Where's my cow?
Is that my cow?
It goes Naay!
it is a horse!
That is not my cow!
But 6 o'clock had not lost any of its significance because of it. Some things never changed, no matter what. Some things had been etched so strongly into Vimes' mind that they could never be erased. 6 o'clock. Read to Young Sam.
So as the clock struck six, nearly-three-year-old Young Sam Vimes could be found, as always curled on his father's lap in the rec room, hugging his well-loved stuffed dragon with one arm and clutching his Copper Action Figure (tm) in his other. These days, they didn't so much read The Book as chant it along together.
Where's my cow?
Is that my cow?
It goes HRUUGH!
it is a hippopotamus!
That is not my cow!
But young Sam still let his Da do all the animal sounds. He did them best, after all.
[...I may or may not have timed this to be posted at exactly 6:00 EST. *g* Anyway, it's been far too long since we had a public "Where's My Cow" reading! Go ahead and either join in listening or interrupt :D ]
Is that my cow?
It goes Baa!
it is a sheep!
That is not my cow!
A lot had changed on the island for Sam Vimes and Sam Vimes, Jr. No longer was the time father and son spent together severely limited by the elder's Vimes' work. No longer did Young Sam have to wait patiently for the 6 o'clock hour to arrive. Mornings were slowed and evenings sooner on Tabula Rasa, and that meant that Sam and Young Sam could been seen together at all hours of the day.
Where's my cow?
Is that my cow?
It goes Naay!
it is a horse!
That is not my cow!
But 6 o'clock had not lost any of its significance because of it. Some things never changed, no matter what. Some things had been etched so strongly into Vimes' mind that they could never be erased. 6 o'clock. Read to Young Sam.
So as the clock struck six, nearly-three-year-old Young Sam Vimes could be found, as always curled on his father's lap in the rec room, hugging his well-loved stuffed dragon with one arm and clutching his Copper Action Figure (tm) in his other. These days, they didn't so much read The Book as chant it along together.
Where's my cow?
Is that my cow?
It goes HRUUGH!
it is a hippopotamus!
That is not my cow!
But young Sam still let his Da do all the animal sounds. He did them best, after all.
[...I may or may not have timed this to be posted at exactly 6:00 EST. *g* Anyway, it's been far too long since we had a public "Where's My Cow" reading! Go ahead and either join in listening or interrupt :D ]