...meanwhile, a most un-vegetarian Murgie, who had just finished up stuffing Our Heroine (who had fainted upon hearing the news that her relative was a double agent which only she knew), under the bushes out back of the church where he had redded up a hidey-hole for her, complete with the brown-bag-lunch he'd taken with him earlier in the day from the salad bar at the local Piggly Wiggly, by-passed the deacon and the suspicious hog to continue on his mission to discover the where abouts of the . . .

(dessert is served; narrator is excused)