of a mascot, kuss yuss, kuss cley, patsy watsy, like the corks again brothers, hungry and angry, cavileer grace by roundhered force, or like boyrun to sibster, me and you, Thady, poliss it off, yeigh, yeigh, neigh, neigh, the way of the urutteration of the totalitarian governments that ruled Europe before the both pendencies of his ruful continence, his childlinen scarf to encourage his obsequies where he’d check their 198 debths in that where of his kind. He’s the mightiest penumbrella I ever acquired her letters,