Don’t Repeat Yourself - Lauren Ipsum: A Story About Computer Science and Other Improbable Things - page 45

“I was telling the truth, Laurie.”
“It's even fun to say!” she said. “Furfnoodle.”
“But—”
“Furfnooooodle!” she sang.
“Look, it's not safe—”
“Furfnoodle. Furfnoodlefurfnoodle. Furf. Nood. Ull!”
There was a bloop sound, and a tiny mouse-looking creature appeared on the path in front of
them.
“ Furfnoodle! ” it said in a tiny mouse voice. It ran around them a few times, then zipped off
into the weeds, still screaming. “ Furfnoodle! Furfnoodle! ”
“What on Earth was that?!” Laurie said.
“That,” said Xor, “was a baby Jargon.”
“Where did it come from? It just blooped out of the air.”
“You made it with . . . that word.”
“I made it?”
“I tried to warn you,” Xor said. “Where did you think Jargon came from?”
“What's so special about Furf—that word?”
“It's a name that only means something to you. That's what a Jargon is ,” Xor said. “You
made it. It's yours.”
“But why?”