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He gave a cheery nod, settling into this game they were playing. "That's how I got over here, actually. I had to cross the ocean, but it was no big thing. I just walked behind Uncle Searshaw, and he got me here just like that." He paused to lick at some of the water that was still dripping from his chest, and was gratified to find that it tasted clean and fresh. Perhaps he could go a few more months before his next bath.

"It's a shame I didn't inherit it from him," he went on with a sigh. "But then, I guess I'd have to find another way to get clean. And I reckon he must get awful thirsty, sometimes."