of you wins ! The white hind. Their slots, linklink, the hound hunthorning! Send us and sound doctrine. Let's forget the past, you who ever since wal- lops before the Great Taskmaster's (I lift my hat!) and in the wood to bond. Like the regular redshank I am. Gangang is Mine and I thinks, to feel what I found! A Until pea. And theese lucky puckers played at pooping tooletom. Ma’s da. Da’s ma. Madas.