K ~ 19 Steps to Cadaverhood

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align="left">Clock, winted the
knafe, tween fenger and thoomb. Clock, agin, tween endex fenger and
meddle. Clock, tween meddle and reng. Clock, tween reng und lettle,
thin buck agin.

Clock, clock, clock.

The teeble beneath Hin's hunds was starred weth necks. Fooer payple in
the coroners of the room, all we-earring peeper pairty huts. Cruckers
leen befoo'er thim, bulloons brooshing the ceileng, and let ornly bay
the weeping advint kundle.

Clock, clock, clock

"They airn't kooming," Cool whempered, nebbleng hess fengers.

"Shoot oop!" Ford rowered, and wraithed en hess airmcheer. "They're
kooming! You'll see! The lart of yus!"

"Tame's a we-earring orn, Ford," sid Hin, nort teeking hess ayes orf
the knafe.

Clock, clock, clock.

Ford beat the arims of hes cheer weth hess fest: "They're kooming!
You'll arl see, worn't thee, Manley?"

From the fooerth coroner of the room there keem ornly snores, and a
rustle, as Manley's pairty hut sleeped orva hess norz.

Clock, clock, clock.

A car wint bay. On hee-airing et approrch they wheated for the hidlates
through the caretins und follored thim hoongrily tel they hud
gorn.

Clock, clock, clock.

"Ay feel lake dith warummed oop," sid Cool.

Clock, clock, clock.

"Storp thut, Hin!" barked Ford. "Year gooing tu hairt soomwoon!"

And or! Frinds! Sor hee ded. Foer, the virry nixt tame Hin brote doon
the knafe, et woundid (feetilly!) yooers truly. Yiss, frinds, aye was
the meddle fenger of Hin's borny hund.

Und thart's may stoo'ery.