
But, he have, after all, an end in sight - to meet the aeroplane of the dessert and his beautiful burdens - and who is bold Jaques to stand between them.
And so, off he go, to India.
I tell him, "Mr Nuniwokingkac," I say, "you must be careful there, it is not the same as Nunavut, oh no. There will be many things to surprise you." But Mr Nuniwokingkac, he is one tough cookie, and stubborn like a porcupine, so he just smile and say, "Qanuingittunga!" I know then that it is no good talking more, he will go.

.... what are you asking? Heinnn, you are looking carefully at the farewell picture and seeing some flowers? Pantoute! But yes, these are, no doubt, the herbs, which are good forest food, my olds, which I give to Mr Nuniwokingkac as a gift from FCF to the people of India. How else will they know to purchase our delicious goods! Mets ca dans ta pipe!