The mattress flolloped around. This is a thing that only live mattresses in swamps are able to do, which is why the word is not in common usage. It flolloped in a sympathetic sort of way, moving a fair-sized body of water as it did so. It blew a few bubbles up through the water engagingly.—“You have something on your mind, I think,” said the mattress floopily.
~ from Life, The Universe and Everything
(No one really knows what mattresses are meant to gain from their lives... They are large, friendly, pocket-sprung creatures that live quiet private lives in the marshes of Sqornshellous Zeta. Many of them get caught, slaughtered, dried out, shipped out and slept on. None of them seems to mind this and all of them are called Zem.)
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