Vincent van Gogh Almond Branches in Bloom

Vincent van Gogh Almond Branches in BloomUnknown Artist Ford Smith Just Between UsSalvador Dali Sleep
'There's a brain there all right,' Lezek conceded. 'Sometimes he starts thinking so hard you has to hit him round the head to get his attention. His granny taught him to read, see. I reckon it overheated his mind.'
Mort had got up and tripped over his robe.
'You ought to set him to a trade,' said Hamesh, reflectively. 'The priesthood, maybe. Or wizardry. They do a lot of reading, wizards.'
They him as a prentice, see, and his new master'll have the job of knocking him into shape. 'Tis the law. Get him indentured, and 'tis binding.'
Lezek looked across the field at his son, who was examining a rock.
'I wouldn't want anything to happen to him, mind,' he said doubtfully. 'We're quite fond of him, his mother and me. You get used to people.'looked at each other. Into both their minds stole an inkling of what Mort might be capable of if he got his well-meaning hands on a book of magic.'All right,' said Hamesh hurriedly. 'Something else, then. There must be lots of things he could turn his hand to.''He starts thinking too much, that's the trouble,' said Lezek. 'Look at him now. You don't think about how to scare birds, you just does it. A normal boy, I mean.'Hamesh scratched his chin thoughtfully.'It could be someone else's problem,' he said.Lezek's expression did not alter, but there was a subtle change around his eyes.'How do you mean?' he said.'There's the hiring fair at Sheepridge next week. You set