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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Why, man, don't you know that wherever the British Army has gone, its Highland regiments have cleared the way; and that when the pipes get playin' the devil himself couldn't hold them back?" "I don't wonder," said Fatty innocently. "They make a man feel like fightin' all right."
I went to the same school with him once, and saw him fight a big boy twice his size such a nasty boy, who called me 'Fatty, and made a kissing noise with his lips just to scare me and poor little Cyril Winslow got awfully beaten, and when I saw him on the ground, with his nose bleeding and that big brute pounding him, I ran to the water-bucket, and poured the whole bucket on that big, bullying boy and stopped the fight, just as the teacher got on the scene.
Visited a pile of loot taken by some 38th men, and got a lump of home-made Boer soap, in exchange for some English tobacco. It has a fatty smell, but makes a beautiful white lather. They had all sorts of household things, and a wag was wearing a very piquante piece of female head-gear. In the afternoon I got leave away, and washed in the muddy pool aforesaid.
Most of them do this so unconsciously that they swear they eat less than most people. There are a number of appetite-curbing drugs on the market today, but they should not be necessary for anyone who has acquired self-hypnosis. Keep this figure ever in mind and use it along with conditioning yourself against certain fatty and starchy foods.
There was a sudden rush through the branches of the tall tree. And Fatty Coon caught a hard blow on his head. He felt something sharp sink into his back, too. And he clutched at the edge of the nest to keep from falling. Fatty was surprised, to say the least, for he had never known crows to fight like that. And he was frightened, because his back hurt.
Lasse Frederik and his sister were big now, and little Boy Comfort was a huge fellow for his age a regular little fatty. To see him sitting in his perambulator, when they wheeled him out on Sundays, was a sight for gods! Pelle stood in the darkness as though stunned. Boy Comfort, a little fellow sitting in a perambulator!
In the pent-in evils which pathology so often shows occurrent in the case of spirit-drinkers, in the vascular, fatty and fibroid degenerations which take place, in the accumulations of rheumatic and scrofulous tendencies, there is the strongest evidence that "and is very prone to initiate serious disturbances amid the normal conduct both of organ and function.
For once Fatty Coon was not hungry. He had eaten so much of Farmer Green's corn that he felt as if he could not swallow another mouthful. He was strolling homewards through the woods when someone called to him. It was Jimmy Rabbit. "Where are you going, Fatty?" Jimmy Rabbit asked. "Home!" said Fatty. "Are you hungry?" Jimmy Rabbit asked anxiously. "I should say not!" Fatty answered.
"Aren't you afraid you'll be ill?" But Fatty Coon never answered. He kept on nibbling the buttons and crunching them in his mouth. And he never stopped until he had swallowed the very last one. "Those were the finest gingersnaps I ever tasted," he remarked. "It's a pity there weren't a baker's dozen of them, instead of only ten." Old Mr. Crow nearly fell over, he was so surprised.
He did not know the names of all the goodies; but he ate them just the same. He 'specially liked some potatoes which the careless cook had left in a pan near the open camp-fire. The fire was out. And the pan rested on a stump close beside it. Fatty Coon climbed up and crawled right inside the pan.
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