It all sounds very cosy, Miss Rakubian,

Nook the Rook is coming back with his food.

And in the kitchen we have Nook the Rook,

And I get it! Your bed is comfortable! It's cosy, it's warm!

And a cosy little nest for two. Now everyone can do what they want.

The cook, Little Hitler and Nook the Rook and somebody I've never seen before.

This is Nook the Rook right here. He's also very much not a nice guy.

Gives you access to every nook and cranny. Lot of hiding places on a C130,huh?

You want to get me out of Holland to some cosy worker's paradise, where you can keep me safe and warm.

But then, in the backside, he's got this little nook with a few of his employees where they can fix almost anything.

Even here in Doha I found this little nook where you can get alarm clocks and watches fixed, and it's a lot of tiny little parts.

My wife and I have a puppy with so much energy that we walk her 5 times a day, and she sniffs around every nook and cranny.

Now only a dent in the earth marks the site of these dwellings, with buried cellar stones, and strawberries, raspberries, thimble berries, hazel bushes, and sumachs growing in the sunny sward there some pitch pine or gnarled oak occupies what was the chimney nook, and a sweet scented black birch, perhaps, waves where the door stone was.

I don't know if I ever told you about it, but the reason why I left England was because I was sent over by my Aunt Agatha to try to stop young Gussie marrying a girl on the vaudeville stage, and I got the whole thing so mixed up that I decided that it would be a sound scheme for me to stop on in America for a bit instead of going back and having long cosy chats about the thing with aunt.