Lethargic longears lounge on the lawn in Luna’s light, the Lord Leaf leading them in their languid leisure.
They look less alive after the laboratory. They left it last month. How long will the effects last, I wonder? Little Lovage has become lanky and the Lord Leaf lumpish.
Are these lackadaisical lads and ladies all that are left of the loving, laborious and limber companions that I lost?
What lunacy could let this lamentable lycanthropy change them? Alas, there is a large lacuna in my knowledge of the laboratory, and its labyrinthine corridors do not allow me to find the Lucifer who did it.
Were it not for my lisp I would loudly let them know that my loyalty is still strong.
But for how long I cannot tell.