Now this particular vecke was a huff-muff, huff-snuff, huff-nosed, hufty-tufty.

“Give an arm and a leg,” she said. “Doesn’t your inwit tell you I need juvament?”

“Why do you push a car?” the twins wheepled.

“I’m driving winter away.  Most years it knows to come with me, but sometimes I have to push it further north,” she spuddled.

“But that’s fadoodle!” they bluttered.

“Why do you speak everything together?” asked the vecke.


“Two heads are better than one.  It’s handy-hearty,” they replied. 

She gave them a wurp and told them she would waste no time explaining to two younghede blabblurts.