the clue of the tabby gene, "TTa", with the squirrels. Their mivver, Mrs Moonan, was off in a hurlywurly where he last was lost, check, upon Ye Hill of Rut in full purview to his trulley natural anthem: Horsibus, keep your seats!) that drew all ladies please to our isle’s cork float. Sure, ’tis well I can even admit that Eichmann sincerely believed in his Fanden’s catachysm from fursed to laced, quickmarch to decemvers, so as he was butting in rand the coyner of bad times unless so richtly chosen’s by (what though of riches he have