Paul Klee Park of Idols

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Terry Pratehett
the occasional ping and ricochet from distant parts of the room, and a small tinkle as an oil lamp was smashed.
Granny Weatherwax lay on her bed, still and cold. In her blue-veined hands, the words: I ATE’NT DEAD . ..
Her mind drifted across the forest, searching, searching...
The trouble was, she could not go where there were no eyes to see or ears to hear.
So she never noticed the hollow near the stones, where eight men slept.
And dreamed ..., it was wearing a helmet. Admittedly it had been designed for a human head, and was attached to the much larger troll head by string, but there probably wasn’t a better word than “wearing.”
“What’s up?” said the Bursar, waking up.
“There’s a troll on the bridge,” said Ridcully, “but it’sLancre is cut off from the rest of the lands of mankind by a bridge over Lancre Gorge, above the shallow but poisonous-ly fast and treacherous Lancre River.The coach pulled up at the far end.There was a badly painted red, black, and white post across the road.The coachman sounded his hom.“What’s up?” said Ridcully, leaning out of the window.“Troll bridge.”“Whoops.”After a while there was a booming sound under the bridge, and a troll clambered over the parapet. It was quite overdressed, for a troll. In addition to the statutory loin-cloth