Guards! Guards! Dwarf Bread

Guards! Guards! Dwarf Bread

Carrot gets a treat to share with his colleagues from his mother, Dwarf Bread!

And so begins one of the greatest running gags in all of Discworld.

It’s fun contrasting Carrot’s excitement with the other’s horror.

Discworld illustration pen and ink carrot ironfoundersson nobby nobbes fred colon dwarf bread
“A dwarf can go hundreds of miles with a cake like this in his pack, “ Carrot went on.
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