Puf considered the Weaver, his enormous head tilted to one side. "You don't look much like a spider t' me," he said, his mouth flapping a few times after the sentence had ended. In this Puf might be excused, as his only reference for spiders looked like this:
"You look like..." And there Puf's observations seemed to desert him, as in fact the Weaver didn't look like Jimmy. At all. And even Puf couldn't make that leap.
However, the resources of the Mayor were not yet exhausted. Industriously Puf sat and began to remove his boots, stopping now and again to count the Weaver's legs. Under each pair of extraordinarily shiny white cowboy boots appeared yet another pair of boots, until a neat row of eight boots stood in front of the Weaver with an expectant air. Puf nodded his head. "Boots! he hollered, and waited for the rejoicing he was sure would follow.
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Date: 2012-04-10 09:06 pm (UTC)"You look like..." And there Puf's observations seemed to desert him, as in fact the Weaver didn't look like Jimmy. At all. And even Puf couldn't make that leap.
However, the resources of the Mayor were not yet exhausted. Industriously Puf sat and began to remove his boots, stopping now and again to count the Weaver's legs. Under each pair of extraordinarily shiny white cowboy boots appeared yet another pair of boots, until a neat row of eight boots stood in front of the Weaver with an expectant air. Puf nodded his head. "Boots! he hollered, and waited for the rejoicing he was sure would follow.