"I tracked the tail for days." His longness-and-purpleness continued. "I even passed through here again, following whoever it belonged to."
"Yes-yes-yes!" Palace guards pranced proudly and proceeded in a procession, bearing his regal bearing into the royal presence. "We found your middle and are keeping it for safekeeping."
Bartle-bit nodded. "Good work. I traveled all the way around the world again, before once more coming upon the tail end of this faerret. Spread thin, I decided it would be prudent to stop in and tell my tale, in the home someone knew of this mysterious stretch-master."
"I have found the end that started all this!" The Captain of the Guard boasted as he bounced, trotting as he towed the tail of a most beautiful faerret.
Bartle-bit gasped, his purple color deepening. "Why, that it the very tail that I saw!"
"This rump was wound round a stump, having forayed freely into the forest." The Captain popped on his golden acorn helm. "We must expedite lunch and launch an expedition. Faithful faerrets will find the front."
A great cheer arose, loud with lauding and applauding.
"Oh Grand Stoat!" Pip-bib, littlest of the kittles, daughter of Glen-glin, and good-postured postulator, tittered timid and pink and asked another good question. "Isn't that your back end, back where you end?"