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Guiness Freaks wrote:

Everybody must be out having more fun than your poor dear leader.

Tubbius is lying in bed with Mrs. Tubbius, two great-tummied lumps lightly sweating despite the massive fan and wonderful air conditioning in the palace. His Immensity blames it on His mountainous middle, so blessedly bountiful; Her Maternity blames it on Tubbius' having gotten Her pregnant another time, now being five months along.

Both are correct, of course, though Her Motherhood is no tiny, skinny mini Herself, either.