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“O my brothers, I could have wept at his kindness, and I think he must have viddied the old tears in my glazzies, for he said: "There there there," pat - ting me on the pletcho.”

Fictionaut: Where's the show?

“The Min said: "Good good boy," patting me on the pletcho, then he ittied off.”

Fictionaut: Where's the show?

“Then I looked up and I viddied that there was a sash-window above the front door and that it would be a lot more skorry to just do the old pletcho climb and get in that way.”

Fictionaut: Where's the show?

“All round my gulliver was a bandage and there were bits of stuff like stuck to my litso, and my rookers were all in bandages and like bits of stick were like fixed to my fingers like on it might be flowers to make them grow straight, and my poor old nogas were all straightened out too, and it was all bandages and wire cages and into my right rooker, near the pletcho, was red red krovvy dripping from a jar upside down.”

Fictionaut: Where's the show?

“Then he like patted me on the pletcho and said: "Good, good.”

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