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לצערי אין לי את הגרסה הנפוצה (יש לי את הגרסה בהוצאת ROC) אז אני לא אתן עמוד ושורה.
"I know what he'll want," said Nanny. She made a suggestion, which was received in frozen silence. "I don't see what use that would be," said Magrat, eventually. "Wouldn't it be rather uncomfortable?" "He'll tahnk us when he grows up, you mark my words," said Nanny. "My first husband, he always said --" "Something a bit less physical is generally the style of things," interrupted Granny, glaring at Nanny Ogg. "There's not need to go and spoil everything, Gytha. Why do you always have to--" "Well, at least I can say that I--" Nanny began. <here comes more bickering, the witches decide to give the presents each to her own> "He will make friends easily," she [Magrat] whispered. It wasn't much, she knew, but it was something she'd never been able to get the hand of. Nanny Ogg, sitting alone in her kitchen with her huge tomcat curled up on her lap, poured herself a nightcap and through the haze tried to remember the words of verse seventeen of the Hedgehof song. There was something about goats, she recalled, but the details eluded her. Time abraded memory. She toasted the invisible presence. "A bloody good memory is what he ought to have," she said. "He'll always remember the words." And Granny Weatherwax, striding home alone through the midnight forest, wrapped her shawl around her and considered. It had been a long day, and a trying one. <yadiyadiyada, some more self reflections about people trying to be other people> "Let him be whoever he thinks he is," she said. "That's all anybody could hope for in this world."
נו, אז הייתי קרוב: שהוא יתחבר (ב רפויה) בקלות, שיהיה לו זכרון טוב (בשביל לזכור את המילים) ושהוא יהיה מי שהוא רוצה להיות. אהד.