"Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base..."
Only Shakespeare can attempt ta embwace da extent uv Mr. Peterfluff's crushing expwession.
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Wise rabbit Mr. Peterfluff knows about hoomins and their comings and goings.
But when he has finished his nap, they had better have come with fine food for him, and then gone away again!
I think I'd be willing to risk life and limb to snorgle that face. Then hope I didn't bleed all over his pretty white fur as I lay dying.
Peterfluff is the reincarnation of Duggy Monroe - the guy I had to take my absence excuse to in high school.
This is one of those times when a personal teleportation device would come in handy.
Mr. Peterfluff embraces his inner grump.
Love the mouf!
"Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base..."
Only Shakespeare can attempt ta embwace da extent uv Mr. Peterfluff's crushing expwession.
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