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"
I
can
,
once
you
lend
the
plane
to
me
.
With
a
pilot
to
fly
it
.
And
don
’
t
forget
—
you
’
ll
get
General
Dreedle
.
"
"
Will
General
Dreedle
eat
in
my
mess
hall
again
?
"
"
Like
a
pig
,
once
you
start
feeding
him
my
best
white
fresh
eggs
fried
in
my
pure
creamery
butter
.
There
’
ll
be
tangerines
too
,
and
casaba
melons
,
honeydews
,
filet
of
Dover
sole
,
baked
Alaska
,
and
cockles
and
mussels
.
"
"
And
everybody
has
a
share
?
"
"
That
,
"
said
Milo
,
"
is
the
most
beautiful
part
of
it
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
like
it
,
"
growled
the
unco
-
operative
fighter
-
plane
commander
,
who
didn
’
t
like
Milo
either
.
"
There
’
s
an
unco
-
operative
fighter
-
plane
commander
up
north
who
’
s
got
it
in
for
me
,
"
Milo
complained
to
General
Dreedle
.
"
It
takes
just
one
person
to
ruin
the
whole
thing
,
and
then
you
wouldn
’
t
have
your
fresh
eggs
fried
in
my
pure
creamery
butter
any
more
.
"
General
Dreedle
had
the
unco
-
operative
fighter
-
plane
commander
transferred
to
the
Solomon
Islands
to
dig
graves
and
replaced
him
with
a
senile
colonel
with
bursitis
and
a
craving
for
litchi
nuts
who
introduced
Milo
to
the
B
-
17
general
on
the
mainland
with
a
yearning
for
Polish
sausage
.
"
Polish
sausage
is
going
for
peanuts
in
Cracow
,
"
Milo
informed
him
.
"
Polish
sausage
,
"
sighed
the
general
nostalgically
.
"
You
know
,
I
’
d
give
just
about
anything
for
a
good
hunk
of
Polish
sausage
.
Just
about
anything
.
"
