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“But we don’t want to be restored!” Tamburlaine plead

“No, Tam It’ll be okay We weren’t lost We were never lost We’ve lost plenty, but we aren’t going anywhere We restored ourselves”

They knelt, the four of the Blunderbuss couldn’t watch Her yarny heart thundered in her arently and bent his bell over Tamburlaine:

A cherry when it’s bloo

It has no stone

A chicken when it’s piping

It has no bone

The story that I love you

It has no end…

The Night-Dodo tapped the top of the egg with her glossy beak The cap of her egg shattered Quietly, and after a longbeak poked out of the cracks in the shell A tiny Dodo, this one all black with a long white beak, shook off ropes of glowing yolk and burst up to the war cry and soared up into the ru mola they could not see

One of those pale rum barrel round A great pale creature leapt through the ruined ceiling and screa, white fur coat with terrible black runes scribbled all over it, with a huge bald head and a golden mouth He hit the royal floor and sent Crunchcrab and Septeh-L ran to the crumpled pair

“I a of Fairyland and All Her Nations, and I will eat you whole!”

/>“You’re not,” huffed Blunderbuss, scratching one haunch with her claws “You’re a baseball”

“Silence, rodent!” he roared again “I a!”

“I think that’s very unlikely,” said Hawthorn “I’ve hit you with a bat ever so s with baseball bats”