my age is three hundred and seventy two and i think with the deepest regret how i used to pick up and voraciously chew the dear little boys whom i met ive eaten them raw in their holiday suits ive eaten them curried with rice ive eaten them baked in their jackets and boots and found them exceedingly nice but now that my jaws are too weak for such fare i think it exceedingly rude to do such a thing when im quite well aware little boys do not like to be chewed and so i contentedly live upon eels and try to do nothing amiss and i pass all the time i can spare from my meals in innocent slumberlike this