Peter Paul Rubens Landscape with a Rainbow

Peter Paul Rubens Landscape with a RainbowPeter Paul Rubens Hippopotamus and Crocodile HuntJohn William Godward Summer Flowers
pile of horse droppings took care of the floral smell, and five minutes of scratching removed the bow.
'Not a bloody flea left,' he moaned, dropping the bowl. 'An' I had nearly the complete set. Whee-ooo! I'm well out of that. Huh!'marrowbone jelly, that bone,' he said accusingly.
'Forget it,' said Angua. 'Now, how do you normally get into the Assassins' Guild?'
'And maybe afterwards we could kind of hang out in the middens along Phedre Road?' said Gaspode, his stump of a tail still thumping the ground. 'There's rats along
Gaspode brightened up. It was Tuesday. That meant steak-and-suspicious-organs pie at the Thieves' Guild, and the head cook there was known to be susceptible to a thumping tail and a penetrating stare. And holding an empty bowl in your mouth and looking pathetic was a sure-fire winner, if Gaspode was any judge. It shouldn't take too long to claw off MR HUGGY.
Perhaps this wasn't the way it ought to be. But it was the way it was.
On the whole, he reflected, it could have been a lot worse.