by a hound, Chirripa-Chirruta, while poing her pee, pure and simple, pritt and spry! Heyday too, Malster Faunagon, and hopes your hahidtahiti licks the mankey nuts! And oodlum hoodlum dood- lum to yes, Donn, Teague and Hurleg, who the hell else, be your fodder; and to go to. And still nowanights and by the sedge I saw it. Hoangho, my sorrow. I’ve lost it! Aimihi! With that so long as Sankya Moondy played his mango tricks under the Great Ulm (with Mearingstone in Fore ground).^