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[sir_samuel]

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

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[doesntdosocks]

As soon as Rosemary Palm walked through the door, happening upon what was happening, she found herself stuck in one spot. Finding oneself inexplicably feeling aged by the sight of the boy who used to be the Lad Around the Corner1, now not only just a lad, but a father complete with son did that to a girl.

She wondered if she was going to go grey next, and shuddered slightly at the thought. It was up there with having gravity take its toll and what not. Still she could not help but stare, and more importantly listen.

1. Figuratively speaking.

[doesntdosocks]

"No other way to use it." Honesty was a perspective sort of thing. It was a great deal like truth only a bit more costly when one tried to spend it. At least that's how Rosie found it.

"Ah, I see," she replied, nodding understandingly, and only half getting why reading to children was all that brilliant. She had gotten lectures on the nature of wickedness and eating certain foods. Then again, she never had liked cows. They kicked very hard. "Cows kick hard."

[sir_samuel]

The image of a kicking cow did not match up very well with the friendly cow to be sought in the story. Young Sam frowned a bit. "Kick cow?"

Vimes just raised his brows at Rosie.

[doesntdosocks]

"No, you don't kick a cow, they kick you. But only when you've taken it's bell. Or it's milk," Rosie said, trying and mostly failing in the way that those who are practical in way that was not practical for children try to make their level of practical compatible.

[sir_samuel]

"Bell?" Now Young Sam was just confused. But he had lived just long enough to discover that adults often said things that didn't make sense and that the best thing to do was to ignore them. So he went back to cheerfully marching his Commander Vimes Action Figure across the air in front of him.

[doesntdosocks]

Rosie shrugged, not caring if she made heaps of sense to the kid or not. She made sense to those it paid to make sense to, and well....he wasn't quite her type. A bit too young.

The action figure though, now that struck her. "Vimesy...what's that in your boy's hands?"

[sir_samuel]

Vimes all but winced.

"Um. A toy?" It wasn't my idea, I swear, he wanted to add.

[doesntdosocks]

Oh, it's a toy all right, and she smirked, tilting her head to the side.

"I can see that, but what's it a toy of? It's not a copper is it?"

[sir_samuel]

"Yeeaah," Vimes admitted, grimacing. "It was a gift," he added lamely. "Not from me."

"In the name of the law!" Young Sam added helpfully.