While all was spoken and listened and put forth, the wicked of Camnkow wormed itself within the Fat Child. This being fell upon the other with many of his own concoctions, polluting the gray scattered within his softly pillowed orb ever more as Odnarrow had so dictated upon him. They sat inspecting a bolted and thrown, quite content.

        So timing and harping the two became quick as snails can carry on and the dictations became commands and the Fat Child took hold of these and on within him boiled and sought and found the lie- the seed. A wistful thought planted had taken root and in less then but a moment the bolt fell hard upon the beating red and out came red and all about it fell and ran and the Fat Child ceased to moan and all was quiet. Quiet all but for the cackled maw of that Camnkow.

       Wicked and distasteful this one had been and will be, he pleasured his own upon the site and crawled up and back to the three and broke their discourse with his own mind. “It is as the originator set up within his own gray.” said the fecal one, Odnarrow turning as that high nightly visitor upon the wordings.

        Reimbow shook and stood to his most and high, burning with height and altitude most terrible. The Bonejaw did not understand and so Lofty Finger simply observed the way as the maggot burned out upon them.

      “Oh to the Opulent Beggar you have done most ashamed what none should do! I see it within your own molded mirrors the thing you have tasted! I see it within the beating and the lack thereof! Shame and sorrow for you have done wrong upon us for the thing had the path set for it! To set upon another is as the dark and off.”

      Now Lofty Finger did grasp the meanings and doings, crying and quivering as he stood upon that of Camnkow and Odnarrow with high stature, “To take one’s way before the appointed time is to terrible! Sky and Tortoise you know and will know the road you set yourselves to!” This made the two shrivel and tremble, but a light flew into the eye of Odnarrow Shrewdjack and he gave his companion to his fate.

        “Vile creature!” the being shrieked and croaked as he squirmed to one end and leapt, “If I had known your concoctions I would not have taken you upon my way! Cease and take no more! All is as you have made it and by the way I have edged I will not fall upon my own path for yours!” as he spoke he spat and quivered full tilt! A convincing act upon the present and aware about. Jimnjag even was well taken by such performed and made todo.

       Camnkow Cleaflibner took into his maw the things he used to do so skillfully all the work of his graspings, mournfully tearing at them as he found his twine had unwound so easily. He sobbed forth pointless and ineffective pleadings unto unhearing holes of winds, “Implorations, my over muching and ever aboved! I take no part in my own workings as I see it has all been set upon me to do as not by my own design but yet as if some divine source had willed it so!” gesticulating and dancing on and about in a central patterning much circular in locomotion the fowl Trivit made madly spoken, “See! Now hold upon mine own fleshed ownage your mirrors and guess about what could turn me to make such vile things to one I srely adored?!”

         The group about him simply took it upon themselves to make slowly for him with outstretched limbs and windowed brow burning hotly, this only causing our taker to tremble ever greater and seek to flee further against the walls of that place. Desperately he pled further on, “O Farthing Wills! I fear greatly now that what I see within you may harm me greatly! Pleasing to discuss?”

        “Take no time!” Lofty Finger interjected, “We must not be burdened by such foolishly destructive and useless wastes of flesh!” all the three there seized upon Camnkow as he let out a piercing and wild shriek of terror.

       “Pleasing to discuss?” the tremulous tone crept, “Pleasing to discuss?!” again it poured yet no time was taken of him.

        Acquiring things for binding they bound, holding fast now the being of Cleaflibner by thongs and hard linked things. White spilt from the crease of that beings ever changing, forming as the bits of the great blue place when greatly upset and stirred. After all was prepared they took the no longer of the Fat Child and carried off both from that domicile.

        The musings of a wistful idiot are most piquant, I see no other than the originator. Woe betide, what and forth the gotten gain of fools, rivers of quick, sands untimed, he can glimpse them. Make it known as of the forwarding set now and ever on that a way set shall go and carry on it’s way without interruption until acted upon by one so careless as to end it without knowing full well the intention and purpose of ways other than their own. Follow not the musings of such beings that have been or will be, nor those that have done or will have been doing done the doings yet undone and furtherly sought.

        As they trod upon the trim and altered row the trio -now made yet more temporary fettered by half sorrow or a wound- took the body and the maker of such pains in a hand and drug each behind and beside to tell their fate. A tall and natural, it’s body most gray and upon it a crown of growing and disgust, yes this is the ever chamber they chose for them. A chord, a snaking thing, they wrapped both body and living. Camnkow and the never more wandering Fat Child as one upon the natural thing lay, Camnkow screeching and gibbering all the while. A horrid and most vile creature set to a fitting end, though the true concocter went unpunished and free.