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Back to the hills

Bumbling around Humperdinkestine, lost.  Remembering that Mahalath needs rescuing; sooner, rather than later, decide to head back the hills, to see the lie of the land.  To celebrate a good decision, I raise a cup of Vintage Aberfeldy; dance a quick hornpipe, for luck, then, offering toast after toast to the success of my mission and shouting with excitement, I wobble forwards and backwards, stagger to the right, lurch to the left, trip over, and crawl around in tiny, fuzzled, circles, as fast as I possibly can.

Professor Humperdink’s Diary