Mifflers are good for bugwunfs, she said,
so stop moaning. Anyway, Giddi wouldn't like it if you ate him.

   The bugwunf scratched one of its heads.
You could always send him away, it said.
Tell him to go exploring for a few weeks.

   What a good idea, Mum said. You are a clever bugwunf. I think you deserve a special treat for that. How about a dish of squiddlings and rumpipoms?