Through the Looking Glass: Chapter 11
Cried the breegull as she leapt into the air. "get back here!"
Through the Looking Glass: Penance: Epilogue
Shouted the breegull. "kazooie!" * * * the next day, cream, miles, and tai lung had all risen rather early.
The Breegull Boat Part 1: Slimy, sticky, shiny.
She felt more like a mutant, a diseased rat, than a proud breegull. perhaps that's why they stayed; too covered in grime to have the pride and self-esteem to flee.
Through the Looking Glass: Chapter 8-B
Cried the breegull as tooty joined kazooie on top of the honey bear. "yeah, please don't," added silver, who banjo realized was up and quite well by this time despite the small speckles of blood that marred the fur on his face.
The Breegull Boat Part 4: Never squat when tired.
Which was an odd order, as the breegull had never heard of boats that, after such a short time, just stopped at a seemingly abandoned island for a drink.
The Breegull Boat Part 3: Not familiar, is it?
By then, of course, the breegull had found the kitchen. cold, empty, after all, no chef cooks in the dead of night without folk to feed.
The Breegull Boat Part 2: The non-garbage barge.
It did a might lunge, causing the metal to bend with as much noise as your own arm would, enclosing the breegull in a prison of sorts. "this is... gooey, dark, slimy, warm. didn't know they had dogs around here." she sneered like a snide shark.