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Show 71; Jeffries, Islamorada back beyond Avalon to the Picts, the painted folk, back when the olden populaces fled the Romans and became the little people, the magic ones, and people took names like Aubrey and Elvin. "I was wondering, uh, how the family came to Akron." "Well, I think, Munchkins are very Middle American. Seriously, Dory, four years after the film, when the Singer Midgets broke up, there were relatives in Goodyear Heights, and an opportunity in the new field of transistors, miniature parts. . ." He drove slowly up Smithfarm, picturing the little catkin out on their stoop: 'Whee-eee wish to welcome you-' He sat alertly looking into the shrubbery of their late afternoon yard. Come out come out wherever you are. The small talk of the Munchkins. "Judy, such talent, how sad. But now, of course, Liza. . ." "Special occasion hey?" Row's father piped, "What are you drinking, fellow?" He toddled off to his doll-kitchen. "Darling, should you?" Mrs. Emmerling started, a bit harsh, the way you'd warn off someone giving a bottle of beer to a duck. Dorian regarded the mother. |
