An ancient maxim of the gnomes of Onionshire O whumbler, whumbling one,when whumbling is needed, whumble well,let us all go whumbling,so our whumblement may be whumbled. If the whumbling one whumbles,the whumbler will whumble,and when the whumblement whumbles,the whumbler remains…
—What is this, dear? —The sock register. —Why? —Because some of them have left. —They’ve left? —Yes. —Where? —I don’t know. They didn’t tell me. —But how do you know they left voluntarily? —Because if they had been lost, they…
Sister Chastity enters the kitchen with an empty jar in her hand. —Mother Patience? —Yes, dear? —Can indulgences be stored in glass jars? —… —It’s just that I’ve asked for quite a few, and I didn’t know where to put…
