George Inness Spring

>can't put them in the Watch!' shouted a dwarf from the crowd.
'Why, hello, Mr Stronginthearm,' said Carrot. 'Good to see community leaders here. Why can't they be in the militia?'
All the trolls scanned the faces. 'Right. We need some honest, law-abiding dwarfs . . . you there . . .'
'Me?' said an unwary dwarf.
'Have you got any previous convictions?'
'Well, I dunno . . . I suppose I used to believe very firmly that a penny saved is a penny earned—'
'Good. And I'll take . . . you two . . . and you. Four listened intently. Stronginthearm realized that he was suddenly the centre of attention, and hesitated.'Well . . . you've only got the one dwarf, for one thing . . .' he began.'I'm a dwarf,' said Carrot, 'technically.'Stronginthearm looked a little nervous. The whole issue of Carrot's keenly embraced dwarfishness was a difficult one for the more politically minded dwarfs.'You're a bit big,' he said lamely.'Big? What's size got to do with being a dwarf?' Carrot demanded.'Um . . . a lot?' whispered Cuddy.'Good point,' said Carrot. 'That's a good point.' He