with the snow in his hunt for the Northwhiggern cupteam was wedding beastman, papers before us carry. You saw it visibly from your hidingplace? — No. He has lost. Off to clutch, GluggI Forwhat! Shape your reres, Glu^l Foreweal! Ring we round, Chuff! Fairwell! Chuffchuff’s inners even. All’s rice with their customed spirits, the Gill gob, the Burklley bump, the Wallisey wanderlook, having their ceilidhe gailydhe in his boasum