|We won't wait, Cumberland! -What are you doing there? - I finally want to check the other things... this ist nothing to eat, I'm sure!|
|But here is something to carry cheeky bears in! -Haha! -Perfect match! -NO! GET ME OUTTA HERE!|
|Oh. I see something really useful. These are gloves for workers. -Work gloves has to be pink?|
|Nothing... -Let's decamp now! -Square your shoulders. -Fight side by side! -A Room For Ones Own!|
|If Mrs. Woolf would be able to hear this! ... I still got the feeling there's something behind me.|
I'm afraid to look back. But the feeling is PINK. And the sound is ticking.
Mr. Mossy of The Village - great clairvoyant,
amongst BramberBears.... if you read this: I need your advice.
Am I lunatic?