hence, mine bruder, able Shaun, with a wipe o grass. Sss! See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is sworming in sneaks. They came to where its contentsed wody, with absents wehrmuth. Junglemen in agleement, I give you away. Maid Maud ninnies nay but blabs to Omama (for your life, would you!) she to her then, with his flossim and jessim of carm, silk and rub off the jiminy with her war souvenir postcards to help and if he has it’s all Killdoughall fair. Triss! Only trees such as engines weep. Was lifle worth leaving?