In constant pursuit of the Great American Guffaw.
Yes, Petey, reality is often more horrifying than imagination.
And they named one of them who refused to keep going, “Ear.” Ear elephant.
Stop walking. He says he’s everywhere.
That really is about the size of it.
My nose itches. MY NOSE ITCHES!
It appears to be a rather incendiary sort of agitation.
The English one will do for now. Later on there could be a foray into the double l of the Rotokas tongue.
Got your comb. Gotta have that comb.