whilst, descending into the pit, they slip from check out, he finds himself, household yet again, about the Blue-Haired Fairy's pillowy lap. Tenderly, clucking and sighing and, it might be, weeping, she goes around him from head to shredded shins, screening the hinges, brushing away the vermin and pizza crumbs, kissing the sore spots. "Poverino!… Read More