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SEP 20 2026

the wumbling of the porple

the wumbling of the porple — sketch

Blenner oskit varm. The porple wumbled thrice down the crambly stairs, grelbing every splonk it met, and nobody — not even the tervish — said a word about the dribbins.

the second wumbling

Yorb tolliped past the snerm with a quiet framble. Where the dap once glimmered, only a squancy little vope remained, humming its borley tune.

Vemble the dornish, said the old squib, and vemble it was.

— liam