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Down by the tree that stands in the middle of the forlorn square there stood a man with downy arms that reached down to his knees and as he knelt down moving down the road to English Downs into a downtown pub where he downed pints of London ale, he could see the sky falling down and it made him sing till sundown a ditty passed down from his familiars all the while.
Fred and George, who were heading down the same lane for some reason, heard the music adrift and it was then they saw--or they thought they did, it was perhaps that their senses deceived them for the portion they'd been trying--a man standing, all confused and harrowed, the source of the melody sung in all smugness.
Turning to face him as they rambled, Fred in an undertone to George said, "That bloke's in a right state, mate!"
"What's that?" And suddenly realising something, he continued, "It's all down to that draught, you see!" said George.
"Que va!" the other spluttered. "We've seen its effects--we've tried it on our testers!"
"Yeah, well then, I suppose it's to the harangue..."
"You know Molly well! She'll be all right!"
"Yeah, right!" and George turned a left, which led into a dark alleyway.
It was beginning to grow dark and all the street lamps suddenly burst out into flaming beacons.
"What're we going to do after we leave home, then?" asked Fred as they strolled through the now darkening alleyway, looking bemused but hastening all the same. They had to find out about what happened to the mail they'd sent well before it was expected.
"Fred, look!" said George, pointing at a shop brightly lit. It was a confectioner's. They entered and returned laden with a paperbag-ful of sweets for Ginevra and all.
And then they moved right into the street they were to arrive in and as they entered with a tinkling sound, they heard a raised "This is right outrageous!" from the far end of the long dungeon.
George said softly to the man at the end of the long passageway, who frowned slightly "Hello there, all well?"
"Get me the--whatsit--that thing we're to...you know..."
George reached down into the depths of his rucksack and pulled out an old-looking bottle with a garish label on and dark liquid inside. Once he was in earshot Fred showed it to an emaciated man who eyed them with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, while George steadily took in all he could with the keenest eye, or what he could call down of it.
"What does he do sulking all day in this dingy dungeon of a place?" he mouthed...