H 08.122 {p} “Go on! Go stinging!”

08.118 It was difficult vanished.
08.119 Soon there came stopped.
08.120 Hoping desperately that threads.
08.121 Things were looking side.
08.122 “Go on! Go stinging!”
08.123 And he did. colony.
08.124 The dwarves then breath.
08.125 There they lay eat.
08.126 But there was himself.