I am sure that Squillil Small was a hero of a child’s book, or something of the sort.
Unfortunately my search engine, when fed “Squillil Small”, asks me whether I mean “squirrel small” and proceeds accordingly.
Today at two or during the hour after it I shall discover what my new teeth are like. I hope to goodness they are ok; I have the smallest grandchild’s christening to attend on Sunday, and I would quite like to be able to eat there. Not least because the ex’s new significant other is to be there and I don’t want to show up badly in comparisons.