[ F.X.D.] Sketches on the Discworld universe. Pratchett Terry "Discworld". Overlord. (crossover).

Part three. Our secret... (scrap). - My hair is tangled again! - Susan defiantly pulled strands of hair on her head. - BUT YOU CAN... - Comb me! - Susan took a comb from the garden table (I don’t know what it’s called) and handed it to her grandfather. How she ended up there, history is silent. The two - meter skeleton, wrapped in a black cloak, already realized that they were not going to listen to him, so he mentally resigned himself to the situation. - SHOULD I SAY “I LISTEN TO MY GRAND DAUGHTER”? With these words, he pushed back the garden chair and sat down on it. Susan was a little reluctant, but climbed onto his lap, hoping that the procedure of sitting on them would not be very long. Because bones have only one property, to be hard. The girl handed the comb to her grandfather (once again), but this time it was accepted. Grandfather with the utmost care took apart the strands and combed them. Trying not to touch those areas of the head that, if handled carelessly, cause pain and make you say: “Oh, that hurts!” In general, I tried not to tug or pull out my hair. And he did it, even with some tenderness. So that the comb almost does not touch the scalp, how this should work is not known. But, one way or another, the white strands of hair with one single black strand were arranged very neatly. Although the hair still showed signs of life - it moved... Somehow... - NOW, ARE YOU SATISFIED? -Yes! - The fifth point was already numb from sitting on her bony knees, and Susan hurried to slide off them..