The newcomer’s hair was white instead of red, and while he was tall for a pictsie, he was as skinny as a twig. He was holding some sort of fat skin bag, bristling with pipes. “Now there’s a sight I don’t reckon many humans have seen and lived,” said the toad. “He’s playing the mousepipes!” “They make my ears tingle!” Tiffany tried to ignore the two little ears still on the bag of pipes.
