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"I didn't see the agile, quick, brown fox jumping over the fluffy gray keeshond," exclaimed Bacchus peevishly; The Great Horned Procrastinator lazily stamping his onyx goat's hooves on Castle Vixen's pathway, which was paved with gold-veined quartz and with Queen Zoubie's favorite blue-green pebbles, and bordered with her beloved purple-red zinnias. Turquoise and malachite chips were embedded in a piazza near the path, especially dazzling in the sunset. Ghostarino, the fluffy keeshond in question, lounged on a pillow centered in the piazza and laughed widely at Bacchus's consternation. His pal, Joker Liestle, who was jaundiced but jolly, giggled conspiratorially.