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And Really Wild Things
In the space of a week, Arthur managed to eat a sausage in a bun that nearly killed him,* lose his sense of smell in self-defense, get drunk in the company of an oragutan, try to explain magnets to someone who had only a passing acquaintance with the concept, accidentally wander into the wrong part of town and somehow get out in one piece, and completely fail to be singled out for going round in a ratty dressing gown and pyjamas. Those were merely the highlights.
Ankh-Morpork was almost, but not quite, entirely too interesting for his tastes. Still, this was the closest resemblance to Earth any planet he'd seen so far had. He could put up with a bit of excitement in exchange for some reasonably familiar scenery - and, as it turned out, some of the best tea he'd ever had the pleasure of drinking.
But after the spirited attempt at rock and roll left its mark on the city, he decided it was time to move on. Excitement and adventure were all right, but he drew the line at abstract ideas actively trying to kill people.
*At any rate, it made him wish it had done.
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