And the thtinging nettleth by the runth, Thir, _they're_ growing, Thir, and the canary creeper, Thir, what we thowed near the think, Thir--it put itth tendril through the window in the night, Thir, and very nearly caught Mithith Thkinner by the legth, Thir.

Itth that food of yourth, Thir.
Wherever we thplathed it about, Thir, a bit, it'th thet everything growing ranker, Thir, than I ever thought anything could grow.

Itth impothible to thtop a month, Thir.

Itth more than our liveth are worth, Thir.

Even if the waptheth don't thting uth, we thall be thuffocated by the creeper, Thir.