Out from the earth two ears atwitching. A silent beast now hunter proud. Grandly and tall he stood. Yet between the walls and timrous still. One may find him. A gentleman ready to kill. Only the secties, insas and flybis. &nb
Debonair is this spindley lass. Flitting and floating for years on end. This Charleston sweetheart. A watchful picket spook. She hash slings Schrangles catch of the day. Pickled insas. Smoked secties. Poached flybis. The hungering rumble echoes a
An elderly chap, a professor of sorts. A kilted magpie man, who had refused to wear shorts. Partial to the comfort of a goose downie bed, to lay down the weight of his weary little head. So when the lights go out and Beastie falls silent. &
Always sitting patiently, hiding in the dim. Egonne sits to wait for you, her hoard of tales askew.Eager to tell them passers by of them ticking tocks took. A Brickadda between two worlds, the lounge and the cook. Meet Egonne.
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