Thomas Kinkade Clearing Storms

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wizards backed away.
‘ It can’t be intelligent, can it?’ said the Bursar.
‘All it’s doing is moving around slowly and eating things, ‘ said the Dean. ‘Put a pointy hat on it and it’d be a ‘I think it’s coming through the door, Archchancellor,’ he said, in a tiny voice.
‘Don’t be daft, man, we’re all leanin’ on it.’
‘I didn’t mean through, I mean . . . through . . .’
The Archchancellor sniffed.
‘What’s burnin’?’
‘Your boots, Archchancellor,’ said the Dean.faculty member,’ said the Archchancellor.‘I wouldn’t call that moving slowly,’ said the Dean.They looked expectantly at the Archchancellor.‘Run!’Portly though most of the faculty were, they hit a fair turn of speed up the cloisters, fought one another through the door, slammed it behind them and leaned on it. Very soon afterwards, there was a damp, heavy thud on the far side.‘We’re well out of that,’ said the Bursar.The Dean looked down.