Bleddyn had cooked a good rat supper and was upset when she saw his face and said, "Those damn grags again! Why don't you tell them to put their nonsense where the light shines too much!"
Bleddyn didn't usually swear, so that surprised him, and she continued, "They had a point once. They said that we were being swallowed up by the humans and the trolls, and you know it's true, except that it's the wrong type of truth. The kids've got human friends and one or two trolls as well and nobody notices, nobody thinks about it. Everyone is just people."
He looked at her face and said, "But we're diminished, less important!"
But Bleddyn was emphatic and said, "You silly old dwarf. Don't you think trolls consider themselves diminished too? People mingle and mingling is good! You're a dwarf, with big dwarf hobnail boots and everything else it takes to be a dwarf. And remember, it wasn't so long ago that dwarfs were very scarce outside Uberwald. You must know your history? Nobody can take that away, and who knows, maybe some trolls are saying right now, 'Oh dear, my little pebbles is being influenced by the dwarfs! It's a sin!' The Turtle moves for everybody all the time, and the grags schism so often that they consider everyone is a schism out there on their own. Look it up. I've cooked you a lovely rat--nice and tender--so why not eat it up and get out into the sunshine?"
Terry Pratchett, Raising Steam