“Back in the mountains,” said Carrot, “if a thief was caught, he was hung up by the—” He paused, idly rattling a doorknob. Nobby froze. “By the what?” he said, in horrified fascination. “Can’t remember now,” said Carrot. “My mother said it was too good for them, anyway. Stealing is Wrong.” Nobby had survived any number of famous massacres by not being there. He let go of the doorknob, and gave it a friendly pat. “Got it!” said Carrot. Nobby jumped. “Got what?” he shouted. “I remember what we hang them up by,” said Carrot. “Oh,” said Nobby weakly. “Where?” “We hang them up by the town hall,”
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