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He sensed that human understanding was something like a net, with loops being added to it constantly, and he could imagine a human being nimbly casting this net; but when he imagined this net of understanding in his own paws he saw himself getting tangled in it, and finally....

He felt like a mouse in a beehive. Mice like honey too, and sneak into a hive, not knowing the peril that awaits them. ....he was in the great human hive, listening to the him from it's countless rooms, where the human mystery was celebrated, and the human sting was held in readiness, to paralyse the intruder.

Bramhall eyed them in silence. Peculiar ideas were sprocketing along his brain with a speed a mad inventor would envy. By some wonderful alchemy which he was hard-pressed to understand, his perception at this moment included the presence of a groundhog whose tunnel was near where Settlemire and Wheelock were walking.

The bear was staring at a faint turbulence , elongated shape glistening He jumped into the pond and swiftly struck. ....
'Nanny, Nanny, he ate my submarine!'
Tough, thought the bear, munching on what he assumed were the fish's skull and bones. Very little flavour at all....
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The bear was staring at a faint turbulence on the pond. His eyes narrowed as the turbulence came nearer. He saw a smooth, elongated shape glistening beneath the water; his tongue raced over his snout. He jumped into the pond and swiftly struck. ....
'Nanny, Nanny, he ate my submarine!'
Tough, thought the bear, munching on what he assumed were the fish's skull and bones. Very little flavour at all....
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Kneel, said Mickey to Boykins. Or terrible misfortune will befall your client.
'Did I drop something....? , Boykins went down on one knee in front of the imperious balloon.

For fifty-five dollars she gave her clients what she called an energy massage. Bramhall had paid fifty-five dollars only to discover that her hands never touched his body, only swept the sir above it with a purple-dyed chicken feather... He tried to think of her as resembling the heroine of his book, but the sensually stimulating properties of kerosene worked better on paper...