“Good gracious. What are they?” cried the Wallypug.
“Mivlets?” asked Ho-Lor.
“HE IS A BEAUTIFUL CREATURE,” SAID HIS MAJESTY.
His Majesty nodded.
“Why young mivs, of course.”
“But what are mivs?” asked his Majesty curiously.
“Things that are smirkled for,” replied Ho-Lor promptly. “But come. I see that Gra-Shus has prepared some tea for us.”
We entered the little blue temple and were each presented with a little blue rug, upon which we sat cross-legged, as we observed that Mi-Hy and Ho-Lor were doing. Gra-Shus served us in blue cups what tasted like delicious tea, but which looked exactly like blue ink. No sooner had we taken a few sips than I noticed that the Wallypug was slowly turning a light blue color, while at the same moment he stared at me fixedly a moment, and then exclaimed: “Why, what a funny color you are!”
I looked at my hands, and found them a rich blue shade.