[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

Somehow the idea that Pettygast is consistently anything seems far too sensible and reliable to be the whole truth. Be that as it may, any nonsense spoken with conviction is enough to have the great Etceteron swearing his allegiance to a buffet queue, a passing dromedary or, in one particularly tired and emotional moment, a small ornamental rosebush.