The only human in evidence was a white-haired Constable whose belly had 
created a visible divergence between his two rows of brass buttons. He was bent 
over using a trowel to extract a steaming turd from the emerald grass. 
Circumstances suggested that it had come from one of two corgis who were even 
now slamming their preposterous bodies into each other not far away, trying to 
roll each other over, which runs contrary to the laws of mechanics even in the 
case of corgis that are lean and trim, which these were not. This struggle, 
which appeared to be only one skirmish in a conflict of epochal standing, had 
driven all lesser considerations, such as guarding the gate, from the 
combatants' sphere of attention, and so it was the Constable who first noticed 
Nell and Harv. "Away with you!" he hollered cheerfully enough, waving his 
redolent trowel down the hill. "We've no work for such as you today! And the 
free matter compilers are all down by the waterfront."