Puf puzzled that through, his right pupil whizzing clockwise at great speed while his left just sort of sat there. He opened his enormous maw for a moment as though to speak, hesitated, attempted to rub his nose, failed because his tiny arms were way too short, and then pointed importantly at the blue ribbon bisecting his middle. "I'm th' Mayor of Livin' Island!" he hollered, and if the pitch of his voice seemed to waver between a statement and a question, it would be kinder not to mention it.
He felt around for the large plastic button dangling from the ribbon which he knew, though he had never seen it as his chin was in the way, declared "Mayor" in frilly scroll. Sure now of his ground, Puf went on. "And th' head of Sparklypoo house at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft an' Wizardry. But don't let that worry you none, Jimmy. Th' witches here are nice, not evil like Witchiepoo. Their clothes stay on better too. Most of the time," he added conscientiously, because Puf was the Mayor. And Mayors always tell the truth.
Speaking of which: "You look like Jimmy. If Jimmy was a book." He tilted his head to the left, which had the general effect of making him look as though he was in imminent danger of toppling over. "I b'lieve I'll have a Rescue Robot, please. People around here sure do need rescuing, 'n I ain't got Cling 'n Clang just now." He patted himself over as though feeling in his pockets, of which he had exactly none. "Nope," was the sad conclusion.
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Date: 2012-04-05 12:16 am (UTC)He felt around for the large plastic button dangling from the ribbon which he knew, though he had never seen it as his chin was in the way, declared "Mayor" in frilly scroll. Sure now of his ground, Puf went on. "And th' head of Sparklypoo house at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft an' Wizardry. But don't let that worry you none, Jimmy. Th' witches here are nice, not evil like Witchiepoo. Their clothes stay on better too. Most of the time," he added conscientiously, because Puf was the Mayor. And Mayors always tell the truth.
Speaking of which: "You look like Jimmy. If Jimmy was a book." He tilted his head to the left, which had the general effect of making him look as though he was in imminent danger of toppling over. "I b'lieve I'll have a Rescue Robot, please. People around here sure do need rescuing, 'n I ain't got Cling 'n Clang just now." He patted himself over as though feeling in his pockets, of which he had exactly none. "Nope," was the sad conclusion.