Bethberry must lodge a stern, strenuous and stentorious protest against this excess of the Seventh Estate in the Fifth Age. or is it vice versa. And don't try pleading the Fifth. Or drinking a fifth either.
There is no truth whatsoever to the slanderous, malicious and hogswallow gossip that intimates she is engaged in such vile Real Estate proclivities as to attempt to rename the Barrow Downs
Shediac.
It was all a series of unfortunate events that began with Mr. Rhod the Red being mistaken for a lobster and invited to become a
Thermidor. No, it wasn't custard at all. Save that for elves.