eeep eeep, go those vicious churnels as they circle in the hazy glurp. yes, fear their kk-kk-kking and their obstreperous gallivanting. throw those woolen blankets wide, and dance the bullfighting dance, only with churnels and not bulls (and we’re sad to say, you won’t have those guys with swords to help you out beforehand either). the only difference, we’d say, is that you’d better get yourself more than one woolen blanket. churnels yarp in packs! few are the survivors of a congregation of churnels!
and, if you had hoped for several red bandannas, you will be sore afeared. the bandwagon is empty, pillaged by scurrilous ruffians with several mildly unpleasing intestinal diseases (pray, pray, you ruffians, to St. Bonaventure and hope that he takes pity upon you! or else squirm in your boweling discomfort!)
forget that stapper tale of the clock-watching crocodile. the churnels only stomp about for fear. they can be filthy in their silence. oh yes, they might as well be creeping dust-bunnies for all the noise they make when stealth is shining.
ick ick icky.