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En Garde, whole no. 8, December 1943
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page 10. UMBERTO CONCERTO By Walt Liebscher. Bordle and Freel were out in the glumpf field picking frintchos. Bordle got to fooling snorgy. "Let's go down to the broodle and bornch," he asked Freel. "I'm not in the mood," said Freel, "but maybe after we bornch a bit I'll feel sluffy enough to continue." So down the dirndle lane they frindled, pausing here and there to poodle and klarg. Upon reaching the guggerblano patch they got their piffles ready and began bornching. Suddenly the sky grew blung in color, and the wind rose to a height of wortle. "Oh, I'm blerty," said Freel. "Let's quit and clarry home to our little bornch nest." "It does look blumphy and bodeedly," hissed Bordle. "I think it is best we foriddle on." But the wind grew ductrier and ductrier, so Bordle and Freel took foogie in a cave. "I'm scared snooless," whimpered Freel. "I think I'm going to smoop on the glinchmeir." "As long as our little bornch nest isn't pluffed away I'll be a catroon," offered Bordle. Suddenly, out of the darker proliflanes of the cae, a glooby thing snorgled towards the two innocent bornchers. "Frizzling glockets!" screamed Freel, "What in fleep is that? Save me, my Swandy Bordle! Save me!" As Bordle was a true fription he ran toward the thing and the thing got down and garbled him up, smoop and all. Freel driggled and friggled. Would she never see her snarfy Bordle again? Suddenly the glooby thing made a plerty noise and immediately after there stood Bordle, all in one blart and alive and plipper. "Oh, my gloompish Bordle, you're safe, you're twitchel," sobbed Freel. "Yess, my little hoopinschnitz," sighed Bordle, "safe and blurpy. But I must trelane to you all about it. Rest yourself on your flabber and hear my lataprane tail, or tale. "You see, that cloggy thing is a flugdugborbian fitzlcanootz. It reduces people in size when it swallows them. After it seduced, pardon, reduced me, I got into its clestle stream. I had a terrific fight with some herobights and glousorites, but finally hit upon a tinutle to get out."
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page 10. UMBERTO CONCERTO By Walt Liebscher. Bordle and Freel were out in the glumpf field picking frintchos. Bordle got to fooling snorgy. "Let's go down to the broodle and bornch," he asked Freel. "I'm not in the mood," said Freel, "but maybe after we bornch a bit I'll feel sluffy enough to continue." So down the dirndle lane they frindled, pausing here and there to poodle and klarg. Upon reaching the guggerblano patch they got their piffles ready and began bornching. Suddenly the sky grew blung in color, and the wind rose to a height of wortle. "Oh, I'm blerty," said Freel. "Let's quit and clarry home to our little bornch nest." "It does look blumphy and bodeedly," hissed Bordle. "I think it is best we foriddle on." But the wind grew ductrier and ductrier, so Bordle and Freel took foogie in a cave. "I'm scared snooless," whimpered Freel. "I think I'm going to smoop on the glinchmeir." "As long as our little bornch nest isn't pluffed away I'll be a catroon," offered Bordle. Suddenly, out of the darker proliflanes of the cae, a glooby thing snorgled towards the two innocent bornchers. "Frizzling glockets!" screamed Freel, "What in fleep is that? Save me, my Swandy Bordle! Save me!" As Bordle was a true fription he ran toward the thing and the thing got down and garbled him up, smoop and all. Freel driggled and friggled. Would she never see her snarfy Bordle again? Suddenly the glooby thing made a plerty noise and immediately after there stood Bordle, all in one blart and alive and plipper. "Oh, my gloompish Bordle, you're safe, you're twitchel," sobbed Freel. "Yess, my little hoopinschnitz," sighed Bordle, "safe and blurpy. But I must trelane to you all about it. Rest yourself on your flabber and hear my lataprane tail, or tale. "You see, that cloggy thing is a flugdugborbian fitzlcanootz. It reduces people in size when it swallows them. After it seduced, pardon, reduced me, I got into its clestle stream. I had a terrific fight with some herobights and glousorites, but finally hit upon a tinutle to get out."
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