The Tale of Dabbysir

The tail I am about to tell relates how I came to see it in its right color once more dabbysir will tell a tale whispered a neighboring diner to his neighbor and dragged his rug close. Other diners brought their food and crowded in a semicircle they crunched noisily in the years of tark ad and brushed him with their meaty bones he alone was without food  dabbysir did not offer to share with him nor even motion him to a small corner of the hard bread that was broken off and had fallen from the platter to the floor. Dabbysir pausing to bite a goodly chunk from the goat leg relates to