And now to complete this tale of Whoa, The Smee’s exit from his (heavy) water-drinking sesh, too, has begun to take a more celeritous turn.
That same last 6 or 7 feet now, too, must be recrossed at a jaunty clip.
“Mister, what does it mean?”
(“When I’m done, I’m done, Yo.”)
“Mister, It’s a mystery.”
“Verily.”
“Maybe the running is because he don’t want no hold up at the door.”
“The door has, on occasion, been closed. Causing The Smee to wait -- both to drink and to escape.”
“Maybe the running is his way of storming the castle and surprising the door before it can shut itself!”
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