6

            And the whisselreeds blay, and the startmelon was masht upon the field.  And behold, Nastunhoocus the King’s buzzerdcurser came forth, clad in phoenix feathers & mockingboots.  And his own familiar house buzzards were loost for him, those having places at his table; for the winfix was in, whereby Nastunhoocus was fixt up with the great fortune to prevail.

            And with a knife bigger than a poopcow and made of straw, Nastunhoocus mime-ed a paring away of his dermis off from offen his breast.  And he walkt amongst the buzzards and cried,

And he pointeth of sudden unto the nostril of the King Ellemon Slondregonk, who in his fobia assassinatim toppleth back in his stadiem throne and smiteth his living head upon the Blessing Hands of the Good Dame of Game, and brake them off, they being from the villainous sculpthouses of Varostril (a potter-sculpter), and deceitfully composed of chalk.  And the dead heads which Ellemen hath, they flappt askew, and came uneartht, and severol of their pagoda sepulchres gat cracks.

Yet (curseth Nastunhoocus), still, gone save for these reeking smears of her a-glistning like as delishis puke upon your ripping-parts, she your mother smelleth better than that she smellt whilst she liv-ed, I must to say.  Smellt she ever worse than those witch’s herbs—henbane, figwort, stinking roger—that ye buzzards do chew for to sweet thy breath.

Damns unto that old mother of yours, which wormwoven slut hath gobbold all the good guts for her self, and droppt into the mouths of her peeping babes some cankrous old bladders of the brown & bitter green.  Small wonder, damns buzzords, that ye stand boasting in shitt; for it remindeth you of home, and saith unto the world, Look, worlde, somesbody loveth me enogh to leave me some shitt.

            And Nastunhoocus tosst upon the vultures some impressive powder from his crotchbag.  And those buzzards flipt & flew in theatrick madness, and tare at their wings, and did all fall patently smit into waiting tubs of so-callt pitch (tho ’twas notte pitch, but a soothing malt which they did enjoy); and they were pulld out through false bottoms by the Nastunhoo rescuel crewe which was there hid belowtubs.  And Nastunhoocus said unto the throng, Yah?  And he went.

            And the throng responden unto him, unto this hero, with a Rah.  Yea, before the face of the like of Nastunhoocus, they were outen their heads.

            Then were Scog brought forth in chains.  And the servants did dance and pull his parts.  And a squad of devious women went aswirling aroundabout him with kaleidoscopfic fronds, and juking & taunting.

7

            And Scog took an actuel knife, and cleard away his dermis offen his breast, with gasps & groans & bleeding.  And an old public buzzard with mange was carried out, which were all that remaind uneaten after the Birdbanquet of Mars with its capital gluttony.  And Scog walkt amongst the buzzard and cried,