Book 2, Middle Oeuf.
Solemnly, the Twittians lifted the body of their king, Wibble the Stupid, and placed him carefully into an ornate wheely-urn, as far away, beyond the horizon, the invading Nummian army trudged homeward after their humiliating defeat.
"But I not dead yet!" Wibble protested. Mystix the Mystagogue though, was having none of it. Wibble had messed up his lamentations once too often in the past. This time he was determined to complete them, no matter what.
"But me just be having a snooze!" Wibble pleaded, "Me did always found battles tiring, and me want be nice and fresh for the victory celebrations."
"O Woe!" Mystix lamented, ignoring Wibble's protests, and then he started performing the Twittians' elaborate funeral rites.