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<blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7111603" data-attributes="member: 6777052">The spinning wheel regarded Spiton with a calculating look. &quot;I could be useful to you,&quot; it suggested, &quot;I can spin a good yarn, weave a good tale, turn a good phrase. How about it?&quot;Spiton didn't take long to think. In his new profession as rogue his trusty trombone had its limitations and so extra equipment, especially something as apparently homely as a piece of furniture, was just the thing he needed to add verisimilitude. Besides, in emergency, he would always have somewhere to sit down.&quot;Very well,&quot; agreed Spiton, &quot;but what shall I call you?&quot;&quot;I shall answer to the name 'Hum',&quot; decided the wheel. And so it was.The party went their way, still in pursuit of the HoHo guy with the white beard and the sack of children. They came at last to the shore of a lake that was noteworthy for being so salty that it was completely devoid of life. &quot;Do we go around, or try to cross it?&quot; wondered Hermione. &quot;What do you think, Throg?&quot;Throg consulted his ancestors. They were a grumpy lot and didn't like being disturbed at teatime, but they reluctantly gave him some guidance. &quot;Take the yellow-brick road,&quot; was their advice.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="BoldItalic, post: 7111603, member: 6777052"] The spinning wheel regarded Spiton with a calculating look. "I could be useful to you," it suggested, "I can spin a good yarn, weave a good tale, turn a good phrase. How about it?" Spiton didn't take long to think. In his new profession as rogue his trusty trombone had its limitations and so extra equipment, especially something as apparently homely as a piece of furniture, was just the thing he needed to add verisimilitude. Besides, in emergency, he would always have somewhere to sit down. "Very well," agreed Spiton, "but what shall I call you?" "I shall answer to the name 'Hum'," decided the wheel. And so it was. The party went their way, still in pursuit of the HoHo guy with the white beard and the sack of children. They came at last to the shore of a lake that was noteworthy for being so salty that it was completely devoid of life. "Do we go around, or try to cross it?" wondered Hermione. "What do you think, Throg?" Throg consulted his ancestors. They were a grumpy lot and didn't like being disturbed at teatime, but they reluctantly gave him some guidance. "Take the yellow-brick road," was their advice. [/QUOTE]

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