[The script] would be pictograms in some ancient, evil and forgotten writing that seemed to consist exclusively of unpleasant reptilian beings doing complicated and painful things to one another.
She opened it and peered the pages.
‘What funny writing,’ she said. ‘It keeps changing. What's that crocodile thing doing to the octopus?’
Rincewind looked over her shoulder and, without thinking, told her. She was silent for a moment.
‘Oh,’ she said levelly. ‘I didn't know crocodiles could do that.’
Terry Pratchett, “The Light Fantastic”