“You don’t need to  ’s OK. t. Munch munch munch.”

    it trepidation, to to t. As soon as er vanistom of thud. his head swam.

    “O mean for you to dive in .”

    ood before tle old man about five feet tall.

    “A ,” t whe heck are you?”

    “I am t ,” th a kindly smile.

    “You!  to do all t auff? I never did anyto anybody, and yet I o put up  t on my   .

    “Yes, I agree. It errible. terrible, indeed. But for t said.

    “ell, I’d really like to he Sheep Man said angrily.

    “Anon, anon,” t said. “But first come over o show you.”

    t turned and oerior of till santly after  came to stand in front of a door, and promptly opened it.

    “Merry Cmas!” everyone sed. Everybody  t and Left t, 208 and 209, till  around  looked like the Sheep Professor.

    Inside ted Cmas tree. Underneatree, s tied up h ribbons had been piled.

    “ in t are all of you doing unned.

    “e’re all ing for you,” 208 said.

    “e’ve been ing all time,” 209 said.

    “You’ve been invited to a Cmas party, don’t you see,” t said.

    “But I’ve been cursed, so I...” stammered the Sheep Man.

    “I put t you ing, and everyone .”

    “It certainly he Seagull’s wife.

    “And interesting, goddammit,” added Left t.

    “A pleasure,  t.

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    Alte upset about tion, o enjoy  ay mad wime.

    “If t ’s OK the Sheep Man said, nodding agreeably.

    “Mr. S to play the piano for us,” 208 said.