I caught a pipsqueak fennec. I keep him in a box. He feigns to be a zwartbles though I know that he's a fox. He nibbles at my toesies, right through me bleedin' socks, And spouts faux etymologies; what a paradox!
"And at the end of the second age, Sauron betook himself to the fortress of Zorro Volador, which had lain abandoned since the departure of the Volador from middle-earth, and there he wrought once more about him an obscuring shadow, and so passed out of the reckoning of elves and men."