I read a German children’s book on woods and woodland creatures recently, and found myself stuck on page fifteen saying “hohl, hohl, hohl” like a Danish Santa Claus. It means hollow, and it makes hollow when you say it. Hohl. It’s connected to words like English hole and cave (holh in Old English). Say it at night at the edge of the woods and a bat will fly into your mouth.
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