Sleepy Fox Hollow heiter

the man let out an amused guffaw. "indeed you could, anselm!" mahler hooted with a great laugh. "you can see i am old," and here he opened his sharp maw to show his son the yellowed ivories with their coating, the way that two of them throbbed red at the root, the broken molar he had sustained somewhere.
"so you see, it is the same," mahler chuffed. "but do not take my age for veakness," he jested.