The Sheriff's Office, Trroper Station

[solesofmyfeet]

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!]]

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[haveuseenmycow]

...a small, wrinkled face staring back at him. There was a smell that almost made him think he was back home before he was smacked back into reality by one chubby little hand as the owner of the small, wrinkled face flailed out at him happily.

[solesofmyfeet]

"...ye gods," Vimes replied, stuck in play by the happiness of the small, wrinkled face before realizing that he needed to find Angua now.

She was a woman of sorts! She ought to know how to handle this!