No whiles at all is the quantity of time until I send you the eleventeenth instalment of You Once Were Wild. When you receive this I will be sequestered on Lundy Island where all the puffins live, so if you have any messages for the Puffin Gang let me know and I will pass them on.
Porcupine had shuffled backwards into a crevice and not been seen since.
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