Don't say it.
Don't even think it.
The wizard says I gotta wear these devil ears today
'cause of what I said in the side-tunnel last week.
You remember, it was about Hypostasis.
He was also a little peeved over the fact that two weeks ago
I questioned whether or not he would really put 44 dogs in the rabbit hole. Truth is, he put 53 dogs in the rabbit hole, plus a coyote and a fox. But who's countin'?
(I'm not gonna mention the cat he put in there, 'cause if I did,
there's no tellin' what he'd make me wear next week.)
I hope you'll forgive me for not saying my customary word at the end of today's little chat. I just can't say it while I'm wearing these ears.
(That's the French word
for how beagles say goodbye,
though the beagle word doesn't
really mean 'goodbye' so much as
“I gotta run.”
The Germans say “Achoo.”
Or maybe I'm gettin' them
mixed up with someone else.)