Guards Guards - Special Watchman

“You can't teach him anything about relaxing, though,” said Vimes. “Anyway, men ...”

“Oook.”

“I wasn't talking to you, sir. What's this doing here?”

“Er,” said Sergeant Colon hurriedly, “I, er . . . with you being away and all, and us likely to be short-handed . . . Carrot here says it's all according to the law and that ... I swore him in, sir. The ape, sir.”

“Swore him in what, Sergeant?” said Vimes.

“As Special Constable, sir,” said Colon, blushing. “You know, sir. Sort of citizen's Watch.”

Vimes threw up his hands. “Special? Bloody ' unique!”

The Librarian gave Vimes a big smile.

“Just temporarily, sir. For the duration, like,” said Colon pleadingly. “We could do with the help, sir, and . . . well, he's the only one who seems to like us . . .”

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