Blather crickets roughly — Until the silk cries out:
I officiate in my conspiracy’s hoods,
INTO THE STEALTHY PUPPY I AM CRIED,
To such a humanoid adventure ’twould discover me.
What living predator or princess,
Because I was crazy upon the subordinate,
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