[breath short, tone half-wondrous, half-despairing]
Oh, dear. There--There are locusts here! In the kitchen! [half a second later--] And the living room! The number--I do not know how many--a lot, though, it would seem--
[a muffled thump in the background, eliciting a squeak followed by a soft voice uttering "The flour!" above a continuous,
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