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Zombina artwork to come when I've find some crayons and get a screen so I can use my scanner

`I have a meeting with boss-to-the-power-four today,' said Mother. `Can you look after the kids?'
`Murumph' said Father sleepily. `Murumph'
Half an hour later, an unusual alarm rang, and her peered blearily at the electronic organiser.
`BELOVED LEADER 11AM' He'd never worked out how to turn off all-caps.
`I'd better get ready for that, or there shall be all the Trouble'

`Darghgager*' exclaimed Zombina, hugging his knee as he did up his tie. There wearable noose was one of the awful things about the job.
`Orugh! rarre roo rr'rr**'
`Righ ress roo'Re grummrn' rr roark rooray, Rooan' raaa reee eyeees?***'
`rooray!****'
She loved the brightly-coloured over suits that father sometimes had to wear, and was very proud of er own, which was a birthday present, but this time, father put her into her smartest, least comfortable cloths, before carrying his bag and briefcase out to the car. While he was locking up, Zombina lurched eagerly to the car. The car meant new, exciting things. The pajama-suited driver held the door open for her and she climbed awkwardly inside

*daddy!
**Oh! there you are
***I guess you're coming to work today. Won't that be nice?
****Hooray!

`warrr' roo reee raaaay?*'
`rannn roo**'
*what do we say?
**Thank you!

The driver knew that all capitalists were crazy, but Zombina was still a bit of a worry.

`It's take your child to work day at the embassy', lied Father in Korean `Do you think that will be a problem?'
`The little one can not go to the meeting. She must wait outside'
`But the beloved lead is a friend to all children!' exclaimed farther, confusing his dictators and Godzilla knock-offs for the first time that day. `Must we deprive her of the glory of his presence?'