Category: nac mac feegle

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And so the Feegles sailed home. Apart from Billy Bigchin they couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, but that minor problem was dwarfed by the major problem, which was that they didn’t bother with the idea of singing at the same pitch, or speed, or even with the same words. Also, minor fights soon broke out, as always happened even when Feegles were having fun, and so the sound that echoed among the rocks as the log sped toward the lip of the waterfall went something like:
“Rowaarghgently boat ouchgentlydoon boat boat boatiddley boat stream boatlymerrily boatarrgh… CRIVENnnnnns!“

– boat songs |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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Rob Anybody airily waved a hand. “Ach,” he said, “we ken this trick! A’ we need is a big hat an’ coat an’ a coat hanger an’ a broom handle!”
“Oh aye?” said Big Yan. “Well, I’m not bein’ doon in the knee again!”

– they’ve done this one |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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“I’m going to get dressed,” she said to the air. “Are there any Feelges in here?”
“Ach, no,” said a voice from under the bed.
There was some frantic whispering and the voice said: “That is tae say, there’s hardly any o’ us here at a’.”

– on technicalities |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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“Crivens! Shiver me timber!” shouted a voice behind her. And then there was the usual clamor:
“It’s ‘timbers,’ ye daftie!”
“Aye? But I can only find one!”
“Splice the big plank! Daft Wullie’s just walked intae the watter!”
“The big puddin’! I told him, just the one eye patch!”

– the feegles on a boat |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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“Stop stealing the funeral meats right now, you wee scuggers!” she shouted.
The Feegles stopped and stared at her. Then Rob Anybody said: “Socks wi’oot feets?”
There was one of those moments – you got a lot of them around the Feegles – when the world seems to have got tangled up and it is so important to unravel the knot before you can any further.
“What are you talking about?” asked Tiffany.
“Scuggers,” said Rob Anybody. “They’re like socks wi’oot feets in ‘em. For keepin’ yer legs warm, ye ken?”
“You mean like legwarmers?” said Tiffany.
“Aye, aye, that would be a verra guid name for ‘em, it bein’ what they do,” said Rob. “In point o’ fact, mebbe the term ye meant to use wuz ‘thievin’ scunners,’ which means–”
“–us,” said Daft Wullie helpfully.
“Oh. Yes. Thank you,” said Tiffany quietly. She folded her arms and then shouted, “Right, you thieving scunners! How dare you steal Miss Treason’s funeral meats!”

– good to get that sorted out |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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There was absolutely no sign of the Feegles. That was how she could tell they were there.

– Feegle-spotting |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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Rob turned the rustling pages and grinned.
“Ach, she’s writ here: Oh, the dear Feegles ha’ turned up again,” he said. This met with general applause.
“Ach, what a kind girl she is tae write that,” said Billy Bigchin. “Can I see?”
He read: Oh dear, the Feegles have turned up again.

– close enough | Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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“I dinna see why we canna just talk tae the ol’ hag. We get along fine wi’ hags.”
“Mebbe, but this one is a terrrrrible piece o’ work. They say she’s got a fearsome demon in her tattie cellar.”
Miss Treason looked puzzled. “Them?” she whispered to herself. The voices were coming from beneath the floor. She sent the mouse scurrying across the boards and into a hole.
“I dinna want to disappoint ye, but we’s in a cellar right here, and it’s full o’ tatties.”
After a while a voice said: “So where izzit?”
“Mebbe it’s got the day off?”
“What’s a demon need a day off for?”
“Tae gae an’ see its ol’ mam an’ dad, mebbe?”

– speculation |
Terry Pratchett,
Wintersmith

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Schemie: An unpleasant person.
Scuggan: A really unpleasant person.
Scunner: A generally unpleasant person.

– Feegle definitions | Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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“But I thought she thought he was just a big pile of jobbies?” he said. “I seen her oout walkin’, an’ when he comes ridin’ past, she sticks her nose in th’ air and looks the other wa’. In fact, sometimes I seen her wait aroound a full five-and-twenty minutes for him tae come past, just so’s she can do that.”

– Terry Pratchett – A Hat Full Of Sky