It squorked boofly." "Did it?
Alas, that I missed those pleasing-er-squorks," replied the Major, and added: "This is thy natal day, my son.

Thou art a man of five." "I'm a debble.

I'm a _norful_ little debble," corrected Damocles, cheerfully and with conviction.
"Incidentally.

But you are five also," persisted the senior man.
"It's my birfday to-day," observed the junior.
"I just said so." "_That_ you didn't, Major Thahib.

This is a thword.