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The Gremlins Complete Text


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This word was to spread through the R.A.F. like a prairie fire. It would travel over the seas to the pilots in Malta, to the desert airdromes of Libya and Egypt, and to remove landing grounds in Palestine and Iraq. Someone mentioned it in India and someone else in Ceylon – and now they all had it–

IT WAS A VERY FAMOUS WORD.

After his forced landing, Gus made his way back to the squadron and started to tell his story to the pilots in the mess at drinking time. Leaning up against the mantelpiece with a mug of ale in his hand, he was holding forth to his two friends, Jamface and Stuff.

Then Stuffy spoke. "Gremlins?" he drawled, looking at Gus sideways. "Gremlins? Never heard of them."

Just then there was a scuffle among the ash trays on the table and a little man ran over, leaned his shoulder hard against Stuffy's mug of beer, and began to push. Before Stuffy could reach it, the mug slid off the table onto the floor and smashed into tiny little pieces. The little man peered over the edge at the frothy pool which was spreading over the carpet, just to make sure that he had done his wokr properly; then he stepped back and put his hands on his hips.

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