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Greebo was sleeping. It was one of those standard sets of feline activities, that didn't interfere with the flow of ions and other -ons through the multiverse. Greebo's sleep, however, was at the same time a great relief for everything that was walking, rolling, talking, singing, squeaking, and even sometimes fluttering in the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a not very clever cat meowed, though he was immediately silenced by his more wise brothers with high preventive reflexes. If Greebo were now on a bean field, that had been planted surprisingly quickly around Lancre Castle, he would have been surprised. King Verence had decided to put a scarecrow there. The scarecrow didn't stand out too much during the day - it was a pile of sticks clad in old rags and pieces of clothing that no one would put on themselves anymore. Usually (during the day) it didn't even scare away flies, let alone sparrows (which were scarce in the bean field anyway, as they didn't like such refined food). No