Thomas Moran Cresheim Glen, Wissahickon, Autumn

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toad crawled into Rincewind's hand and gave him an apologetic look.
That's the last time that bloody landlord gives any lip to a wizard,' said Albert with smug satisfaction. 'It seems I turn my ?' he said.
'Well, er, a sense of civic duty, we feel it's vitally important that we show an examp— arrgh!'
The wizard tried desperately to beat out the flames in his beard. Albert lowered his staff and looked slowly along the row of mages. They swayed away from his stare like grass in a gale.
'Anyone else want to show a sense of civic duty?' he said. 'Good neighbours, anybody?' He drew himself up to his full height. 'You spineless maggots! I didn't found this University so you could lend people back for a few hundred years and suddenly people in this town are encouraged to think they can talk back to wizards, eh?'One of the senior wizards mumbled something.'What was that? Speak up, that man!''As the bursar of this university I must say that we've always encouraged a good neighbour policy with respect to the community,' mumbled the wizard, trying to avoid Albert's gimlet stare. He had an upturned chamber pot on his conscience, with three cases of obscene graffiti to be taken into consideration.Albert let his mouth drop open. 'Why