Down the street he slowly walked, much to the delight of mun Bun.
There was Margy, quietly sleeping with her mother, but no mun Bun.
Would she be carried out to sea, like mun Bun and Margy 'most was?
He was sleeping with me, but, all of a sudden, I woke up and mun Bun was not with me.
We mun eat a good breakfast, buckle on our swords, and trust in Providence.
And mun Bun was once more tucked in the bed where he belonged.
It was just like a nightmare, and both Margy and mun Bun knew what nightmares were.
"I don't like to eat grass," said mun Bun, shaking his head.
mun Bun was the unlucky one; or lucky, whichever way you look at it.
As they came within sight of the pond they could not see mun Bun at all.