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Mr. Stock Came Out Of The Competition Tent Carrying His Zeppelin Marrow On One Shoulder And Demanding To Know What Was Going On. When He Saw The Hordes Advancing On Aidan, He Charged Off That Way, Whirling The Great Vegetable. The Puck, Who Was Rushing Behind The Horde, Yelling At Them To Grab Aidan And Kill Rolf, Was Mr. Stock's First Victim. The Marrow Caught Him Thock! On The Side Of The Head. It Laid The Puck Out Cold On The Grass, But The Mighty Vegetable Remained Intact, Mottled And Glossy

I've Got A Hangover!" "no, You Hit Your Head On The Floor," Sophie Said. Howl Rose Up On His Hands And Knees With A Scramble. "i Can't Stay," He Said. "i've Got To Rescue That Fool Sophie." "i'm Here!" Sophie Shook His Shoulder. "but So Is Mis Angorian! Get Up And Do Something About Her!

He Scarcely Saw His Parents. When Christopher Was Small, He Was Terrified That He Would Meet Papa Out Walking In The Park One Day And Not Recognize Him.

I've Got A Hangover." "no, You Hit Your Head On The Floor." "i Can't Stay. I've Got To Rescue That Fool Sophie.

Look. Survey. Inspect. My Hair Is Ruined! I Look Like A Pan Of Bacon And Eggs!