The Graveyard Book - Neil Gaiman
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they were small, like full size people who had shrunk in the sun. They spoke to each other and undertone saying things like if your grace has any more bloom an idea of where we is than us do, I'd be grateful if you say so otherwise he should keep his big awful hole shut. And all. I'm saying your worship is that I know there's a graveyard near to here, I can smell it and if you could smell it then I should be able to smell it because I've got a better nose than you have your grace. All this as they dodged and wove their way through suburban gardens, they avoided one garden. His, the honorable Archbold, fits you dogs, and ran along the top of the garden wall, scampering over it like rats the size of Children down into the high street and up the road to the top of the hill. And then they were at the graveyard wall and they went up it like squirrels up a tree and they sniffed the air. Where doc, said the Duke of Westminster, where, I don't know, Somewhere around here doesn't smell like a proper dog. Anyway, said the Bishop of Bath and Wells, somebody couldn't smell this graveyard. Neither, said the honorable Archibald, fits you remember as just the dog, the three of them leapt down from the wall to the ground and they ran using their arms as much as their legs to propel themselves through the graveyard to the ghoul gate by the lightning tree and beside the gate and the moonlight they paused. What's this when it's at home, then? Asked the Bishop of Bath and Wells Leumi, said the Duke of Westminster bod woke. Then the three faces staring into his could have been those of mummified humans, flesh liss and dried, but their features were mobile and interested. Mouse said, grinned to reveal sharp stained teeth, bright beady eyes, clawed fingers, and moved and tapped. Who are you bade? Asked. We said. One of the creatures. They were bod realized only a little bit bigger than he was, is most important folk we is this year, is the Duke of Westminster. The biggest of the creatures gave a bow, saying, charmed, I'm sure. And this is the Bishop of Bath and Wells, the creature which grinned sharp teeth and let appointed tongue of improbable length waggle between them did not look like bods idea of a bishop. Its skin was p bold, and it had a large spot across one eye, making it look almost practical, and I have the honor to be an honorable Archibald fits. You hacked your service! The three creatures bowed as one. The Bishop of Bath and Wells said now me, lad, what's your story, and don't tell any porky's remember as how you're talking to a bishop. You tell him your worship, said the other two. So bob told them, he told them how no one liked him, or wanted to play with him. How no one appreciated him or cared, and how even his Guardian had abandoned him, blow me down! Said the Duke of Westminster, scratching his nose a little dried up thing that was mostly nostrils. What you need is to go somewhere, what the people would appreciate you. There isn't anywhere, said bod, and I'm not allowed out of the graveyard. You need an old world of friends and play, fellows! Said the Bishop of Bath and Wells, wiggling his law long tongue. A City of the Lights. A fun and magic where you would be appreciated. Not ignored, Bade! Said the lady, who's looking after me, She makes horrible food, hard boiled egg soup and things. Food! Said the honorable Archibald, fits you where we are going. The food's the best in the whole world. Makes me to um rumble and remove water. Just thinking about it. Can I come with you? Asked bod. Come with us, said the Duke of Westminster. He sounded shock. Don't be like that, your grace, said the Bishop of Bath and Wells have a blinking art. Look at the little might as an ad of decent meal. And I don't know how long I vote to take him, said the honorable Archbold, fits you. There's good grub back at our place. He patted his stomach to show how good the food was. So you game for adventure? Asked the Duke of Westminster. Won over by the novel idea. Or do you want to waste the rest of your life here and with bony fingers he indicated the graveyard and the night bob. Thought of Miss Lupescu and her awful food and her lists and her pinch mouth. I'm game, he said.