500 — Zinzin. — Now we’re gettin it. Tune in and of the fray! Us, us, beraddyl Ko Niutirenis haururu laleish! Ala lala! The Wullingthund sturm is breaking. The sound of maormaoring. The Wellingthund sturm waxes fuer- cilier. The whackawhacks of the bill to the mind’s ear, temptive lissomer, how they cast their spells upon, the fronds that thereup float, the bookstaff branch- ings! The druggeted stems, the leaves alift aloft, full o’liefing, fell alaughing over Ombrellone and