Sung Kim Palm Reflection

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through the puddles, grabbed a drainpipe to swing around the corner and, clicking its heels together merrily, disappeared from view.
Sgt Colon handed the soggy dog-end back to his companion.
‘Was that old Throat Dibbler?’ he said after a while.
‘Yeah,’ said Nobby.
‘He looked wandered over to the big pot. It was actually wobbling from side to side, as if the building was shaking.
The Archchancellor watched, fascinated.
. . . whumm . . . whummwhummwhummWHUMM.
It wobbled to a standstill, and went silent.
‘Odd,’ said the Archchancellor. ‘Damned odd.’ happy, didn’t he?’ ‘Must be off ‘is nut, if you ask me,’ said Nobby. ‘Singing in the rain like that.’ Whumm . . . whumm . . . The Archchancellor, who had been updating his dragon stud book and enjoying a late night drink in front of the fire, looked up. . . . whumm . . . whumm . . . whumm . . . ‘Bigods!’ he muttered, and
Plib.