Greetings Spunlings! Uncle Spun here,
I've just taken a wander down into engineering to see what all the
groaning of pipes and clanking of clanky things is about, and bless
my cotton socks, it turns out that this great clattering cacophony is
not actually for nothing!
Heavens above, I had given up all hope of
anything constructive ever actually emerging from this creaking
engine since the mysterious disappearance of our great lady the Spun
Queen, but I digress. Yes. This scrotty little engineering spunner
tells me that stage two of the great Spun Pipeline is complete. I'd
let him speak for himself, but I fear you would not understand his
inchoate ramblings, so I shall paraphrase as best I can.
Apparently they have sunk a bore hole
into the heart of the Spun! On the sunny side this has caused the
wonderful Spun Crown to manifest above the striped pipe's gaping maw.
It floats there teasing and calling out like a two bit hussy to any
who would lay claim to the title of Spun King. But be warned, I
stretch not my metaphor when I say that the Spun Crown is a
capricious thing and will leap to any suitor bearing more Spun. Note,
she does not like the storm so much; the advent of inclement weather
will cause her to shrivel and retreat until the fulsome blossoming of
the Spun Harvest.
On the not so sunny side, the pipe has
also released an entity which, I if my understanding of northern
Spunnerese does not fail me, is known as 'The Spun Hopper'. It is a
simple thing, perhaps to be pitied in its monotonous trajectory, but
to be avoided nonetheless. It has a thirst for spun and will take
whatever it can get. That's you, by the way. What it can get I mean.
I suspect that all of this is as clear
to you as a Spun Doctor's prescription, but it is time for me to
retire to the drawing room and think happy thoughts of the days when
our glorious majesty was here to guide us to greater things. I bid
you, have a Spun day.
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