"Do you suppose," drawls Pernicious the Musquodoboit Harbour Farm Cat, "that Serjeant-maitre Gawne has a puppy in his mouth?"
"Why no, Pernicious, the thought never occurred to me. Why would you think that?" replies Pernicious the Musquodoboit Harbour Farm Cat's faithful amanuensis and general factotum.
"Well, purr-haps I am mistaken, and it is his tongue that's wagging just a trifle too vigorously..." concludes Pernicious the Musquodoboit Harbour Farm Cat, who has been known to inflict bodily harm on those suggesting the geographic dislocation of the Queen of Canadian Provinces (tm)... Meanwhile Pernicious the Musquodoboit Harbour Farm Cat has donned the appropriate tartan, placed his bagpipes beneath his arm, and begun a quick chorus of "Farewell to Nova Scotia"...
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"Why no, Pernicious, the thought never occurred to me. Why would you think that?" replies Pernicious the Musquodoboit Harbour Farm Cat's faithful amanuensis and general factotum.
"Well, purr-haps I am mistaken, and it is his tongue that's wagging just a trifle too vigorously..." concludes Pernicious the Musquodoboit Harbour Farm Cat, who has been known to inflict bodily harm on those suggesting the geographic dislocation of the Queen of Canadian Provinces (tm)... Meanwhile Pernicious the Musquodoboit Harbour Farm Cat has donned the appropriate tartan, placed his bagpipes beneath his arm, and begun a quick chorus of "Farewell to Nova Scotia"...