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"
Shut
up
,
I
said
.
And
pass
me
the
pot
of
kasha
.
The
hare
was
a
snack
,
damn
it
,
now
we
have
to
eat
something
.
Giri
,
will
you
eat
with
us
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
For
a
long
while
all
that
could
be
heard
was
the
smacking
of
lips
,
munching
,
and
the
crunch
of
wooden
spoons
hitting
the
pot
.
"
Pox
on
it
,
"
said
Paulie
Dahlberg
and
gave
a
long
burp
.
"
I
could
still
eat
some
more
.
"
"
Me
,
too
,
"
declared
Giri
and
burped
too
,
delighted
by
the
dwarves
"
unpretentious
manners
.
"
As
long
as
it
's
not
kasha
,
"
said
Xavier
Moran
.
"
I
ca
n't
stomach
those
milled
oats
any
more
.
I
've
gone
off
salted
meat
,
too
.
"
"
So
gorge
yourself
on
grass
,
if
you
've
got
such
delicate
taste-buds
.
"
"
Or
rip
the
bark
off
the
birch
with
your
teeth
.
Beavers
do
it
and
survive
.
"
"
A
beaver
--
now
that
's
something
I
could
eat
.
"
