John Collier A Devonshire Orchard

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raked his claws across the place where the Fool's ears should have been, and was rewarded with nothing more than a metallic scraping noise.
'Who's a good boy, den?' said the Fool. 'Wowsa wowsa whoosh.'
This intrigued Greebo. The only other person who had ever spoken to him like this was Nanny Ogg; everyone else addressed him as 'Yarrgeroffoutofityahbarstard'. He leaned down very carefully, intrigued by the new ' one of them remarked, after a minute or two's reflection.
'See who it was?'
'The Fool, I think.'
There was a thoughtful pause. The second guard shifted his grip on his halberd.
'It's a rotten job,' he said. 'But I suppose someone's got to do it.'