Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Ninos en el Mar

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He’d lain awake all night thinking about this. Then, in the first light of dawn, he scratched a few designs on the but wall with a stick, and got to work. He had taken the opportunity to look at a few mousetraps while he was in the town, and they were definitely less than perfect. They hadn’t been built by hunters.
Now he picked up the twig and pushed it gently into the mechanism.
Snap.
Perfect.He said, ‘I didn’t know it was that good.’

According to the history books, the decisive battle that ended the Ankh‑Morpork Civil War was fought between two handfuls of bone‑weary men in a swamp early one misty morning and, although one side claimed victory, ended with a practical score of Humans 0, ravens 1Now, all he had to do was take it into N’kouf and see if the merchantThe rain was very loud indeed. In fact, it sounded more likeWhen Banana woke up he was lying in the ruins of his but and they were in a half‑mile wide swathe of trodden mud.He looked muzzily at what remained of his home. He looked at the brown scar that stretched from horizon to horizon. He looked at the dark, muddy cloud just visible at one end of it.Then he looked down. The better mousetrap was now a rather nice two‑dimensional design, squashed into the middle of an enormous footprint.