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I placed a tray of mini muffins on the bench in the Pantry. Addressing the hidden but grudgingly friendly tribe of Pictsies that dwell there, I said “Good morning and my compliments to the Kelda. I hope you enjoy the muffins and I wonder could your blacksmith assist me in the garage for a few minutes?

“Okay” I said to Big Wully, the (fifteen centimeter tall) Smith. This is a soldering iron, it gets hot when you push that button. There’s a crack in this tank, if I lower you down inside, can you melt it closed?”

“Roight yar, Missus” he said, “Lower away!”

I would cook a thousand batches of muffins rather than pay the $600 that the dealer wants to fix the leaking windscreen washer tank in my Mini.

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