She folded her arms and then shouted, "Right you thieving scunners! How dare you steal Miss Treason's funeral meats!"Oh, waily, waily, it's the foldin' o' the arms, the foooldin' o' the aaaarmss!" cried Daft Wullie, dropping to the ground and trying to cover himself with leaves. Around him Feegles started to wail and cower and Big Yan began to bang his head on the rear wall of the dairy.
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- Born: April 28, 1948
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