Allow me to introduce myself. I am Blow Diddly, one of the Greenwood puffers. We excel at all activities requiring magnitudinous exhalations or, as you might say, big puffs.
You have, no doubt, already surmised that I am an accomplished performer on the boomhorn. I shall now demonstrate my aptitude for your edification.
I note, madam, that you are awestruck by my artistry. I trust that you appreciate your good fortune in hearing such a virtuoso performance.
But let us now attend to other matters.
As you will have deduced from careful observation of the scene behind me, we puffers are being enslaved by the extremely odious creatures generally referred to as Clunkers.
They require our mighty lung capacity to power their infernal flying machines. We, of course, would much prefer to restrict our proficiency to the rendering of fine music upon the boomhorn.
It has been brought to my attention, madam, that you feel duty bound to assist us in our endeavours to be free of these villains. I applaud your efforts.
I note that you have upon your person an extremely outdated copy of a map. No doubt you lack sufficient intellectual qualifications to appreciate that such a map is currently useless.
In addition to virtuosity on the boomhorn, I possess many other rare talents, one of which is that of cartographic excellence.
When next you look at your map, you will notice that all locations worthy of note have been suitably marked.
Now I must take hasty leave of you before that ugly Clunker decides I ought to be of service to him.
Subsequent visits
Obviously you are a discerning music lover. It will be my pleasure to perform again for you.
I must congratulate you upon your truly impeccable musical taste. Now I must hasten away before I am taken.
