Gregor crawls and slides down the tunnel into the moudiewort kitchen where they are having a lovely breakfast of brose.
The Scottish Word:

Bourie.

“Hello wee man. What brings you doon oor bourie on a braw bricht day like the-day?”

Translated:

bourie: burrow, lair of an animal.

“Hello youngster. What brings you down our burrow on such a nice bright sunny day as it is today?”

[bourie spelled out in the phonetic alphabet.]

This references when I was a child and we had access to estate grounds thickly overgrown with rhododendrons.

All the branches were big strong and tangled under a canopy of thick leaves blocking out the light.

A perfect place for small bodies to play Tarzan.

I still climb trees if I get the chance even now.

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