fat

Fat man with a woollen muffler and a quill toothpick.

“You didn’t notice,” said he, “anywhere in the tie-up, a kind of a fat boy without any clothes on shooting arrows around with a bow, did you?”

Does he think that our buck are like his fat Waingunga bullocks?”

Now to Baloo’s word I will add one bull, and a fat one, newly killed, not half a mile from here, if ye will accept the man’s cub according to the Law.