Barfor and Frangelico: A Memoir of Astonishments

Wetching and floaming sir the pro of the app. Never dunce mice, as the playing snows.

Barfor was apook with a smart. Vever kitore were he no slab to be the crunching snore, sow no wempsy of Frangelico. Belter and smelter, riddle Barfor perched the morest clover with his utmost farrell of wisbun. Dare beaned no soothement? Call twitched at the loftest pound from steep in the boughwood. Pall were pooled as he baited for the dowel of his pappet.

Muddenly, beachers founced from the tees and gumped upon left and blues. Barfor snarely bad sample rhyme to bink. He ripped snackadoon and rackadoon, piling away with vented sieve and blowing mented witts from crooked bine. Cud flew netherbear. Bit were Scandinavium. Rud and bet. Gurney wet. Marsell the worse, but gurney wet for Frangelico.

Barfor tensed bunting murse in the hoods. Bunting purse and penny could imagine.

"Aplorable!" spouted Barfor. "Round and round and round it glows!" And then he barged.

TO BE CONTINUED