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            2.  And the Bird’s Name End Account buildeth upon that Special End Account, adding that in time this bird came demanding an exalted name, but receiv-ed no name atall.  For even an it had a name (’tis said), who can tell one bird from another, that he might know which of a thousant birds to greet by name?

            3.  And the Sonic Sixeater End Account, which also countenanceth the Special End Account whilst standing mutes concerning that Bird’s Name End Account, looken into the feucher and saith that there shall come a shriekening bird that shall eat six.  Therefore (saith this End Account) was the uptake & injestison of Dhahgedu but one more sad surprise on today’s tallytome of hap’nings; neither was’t any singular calammidy of the ages, for birds they do this all the times, appariently.

The bird who ate six c 1984 Otz

            4.  Yet saith the Woven Filaments End Account (which some whatte resembleth unto lies) that neither was Dhahgedu of a Mountain eaten in the trees, but in steads was he pluckt asunder by the white bird’s family, and his filaments they were rewoven, and new thoghts packt in; and he was given forty lifes among the forty kinds of paepel, forty times to be some other man till long come the day he again be taken up.  ’Tis an End Account that doth smack of coin & purse; for who wud teach it?  Sure, the jewel’d dean of a plague of opportunity priests wud teach it, he slavering for to ignite up some lucretive bizniss in religics, out among those whom he wud dub the forty kinds.  A-lording and asserting and annointing wud he go, springing minds outen lesser binds to be rebound in the economie of the tight new righteousness, minds to be made subscribants to the dogmae & the sacraments of the Forty Lives, minds to be made afficionados of righteous reweaving.  Pah!  Were then this Woven Filaments End Account better than any thing that floateth upon the Larum?  Notte by its smell.

Sixeater c 1984 Otz

            5.  And the Common End Account, it altogether vacant of birdreferense, saith that after a season out in the wilderness whither Dhagedhu was fled, then return-ed he unto his home (witouts being eaten or pluckt, anyata, anyata).  Though, there is no reason for believing this were so.

           
Sixeater: lateral c 1984 Otz

            And tho this chronicol of Dhahgedu méandre prosaic by a shore of stagnatian, void of context, widouts purpose save for to sequense some raw hist’ry for ye jolly scholars, n’ertheless doth she spank of sour moments and futilidies, the which did juice with savor the age of the luminous flux, ere came the locusts and devour-ed half the world in a periodical cleaning actien.