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Golly! Bigger than the summer feast?” “Far bigger!” “An’ you’re all goin’ to cook right through the night?” “Oh yes, that’s why we don’t want you under our paws. Otherwise we might not have it ready on time.” “Got it, marm. All the weary warriors sleep while you sportin’ creatures cook up a whackin’ beanfeast. Right?” “Right!” Basil shot out of the Abbot’s study like a rocket, calling over his shoulder as he went, “Last one in bed and fast asleep’s a rotten egg. Yaaaah!” Foremole entered the study, rubbing his nose. “Oi jus’ bin a-runned over boi a mad creatur’. Hurr.” Orlando laughed so hard he hurt his jaw.
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