"Flemish? I didn’t hear her cough. Is she ill? Come to think of it,
her face is awfully red!"
"Of course her face is red! We just threw a sack over her head, tied her
up and lugged her through town like an old rug! She’s angry! And Flemish
is the languages she’s speaking,. She’s from er…" Madoc struggled to
recall. "She’s from Flemmderland!"
Talk about life imitating art:
We wear headsets at work so booksellers can ask for help quickly
when trying to find a book for a customer. The other day someone
asked me:
"Bill, where do they speak Flemish?"
I couldn't help myself. My inner Madoc took over.
Of course I had to answer:
"Flemmderland." Then I added."Unless they're Walloons,.
in which case they live in Walloonia."
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