"For this challenge I would like you to tease me at random from your current read. All you need to do is to divide your book roughly into thirds and then randomly select two sentences from each third (so six in total) and put them together to give a good tease."
Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett
He remembered Wonse as a skinny little kid, always tagging along behind in hand-me-down pants with the kind of odd skipping run he'd invented to keep up with the bigger boys, and forever coming up with fresh ideas to stop them idly ganging up on him, which was the usual recreation if nothing more interesting presented itself. It was superb training for the rigours of adulthood, and Wonse became good at it. A small and extremly frightened golden dragon was clamped firmly under one arm. His other hand held it by the tail. Sparkly stuff. The councillors were not in a poisition to pay much attention to this, however, because of what was hanging above their heads.