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. Take trolls, for instance.
What do you do with a troll? It can only be killed by
burning or immersing in acid --," he snickered without
humor "-- and you can well imagine what that does to
their appearance." Bozdil's hands raised in a gesture of
helplessness. "And if we kill one, we certainly can't dis-
play it. So how can we get a proper-looking troll for dis-
play without killing it?" He frowned. "I still haven't
figured out a solution to that one. Have you been think-
ing about it, Ligg, like you said you would?" Bozdil
cocked one eyebrow at his brother.
"Troglodytes!" Ligg barked suddenly.
"I beg your pardon?" said Tasslehoff, startled.
"Troglodytes!" Ligg repeated. "They can change color
at will, you know. If the one we select decides to make it-
self green at the last moment and we've selected a nice
green jar, we'd have to change it." He grew very serious.
"Selection of water and jar color is very tricky, and can
change at the last minute."
"Details, alwaysdetails!" Bozdil had worked himself
into a real frenzy on the subject. His face was beet red,
and he was hopping about in his ill-fitting shoes. "New
breeds, half-breeds -- it's impossible to keep up! But we
have to try."
"You mean you're going to pickle me?" Tasslehoff ex-
claimed, sucking in his breath.
"Oh, heavens no," Bozdil kindly reassured him.
Tasslehoff exhaled.
"We always stuff the mammals. Now, I'll need your
full name and date of birth for our records." He watched
disbelief grow in the kender's face. "I told you," Bozdil
said slowly to Tas, as if speaking to a child, "it's nothing
personal -- you seem pleasant enough
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