"'Washish squashish squeak, Sinbad, hey-diddle diddle, grunt unt grumble, hiss, fiss,
whiss,' said he to me, one day after dinner- but I beg a thousand pardons, I had forgotten that your majesty is not conversant with the dialect of the Cock-neighs (so the man-animals were called; I presume because their language formed the connecting link between that of the horse and that of the rooster).
On silent, still, muggy nights, the lake a glass surface with nothing to say but a nearly inaudible
whiss of long-spent waves on the strand, bugs of all kinds, but moths most of all, would kamikaze themselves into the yellow light outside the kitchen door.