In honour of bears return, I felt a new riddle was in order...
The following prose seems normal, but there is something strange about it - can anyone see what it is?
"Roland was walking back from a visit down at Calla Bryn Sturgis on Sunday night. A busy day’s traffic had had its noisy run and without many folks in sight, his solitary soul got along without having to stop to grasp a hand, or talk; for a chary man out of In-World this was a situation that sat kindly with him. And so coming to sit with his group, a booming bass drum and sounds of singing, Roland, walking towards that group, saw a young woman, back toward him, just finishing a long soulful oration. Susannah swung around and said, Hi Roland! Hi my Dinh! drop your Gunna, and join us in singing commala, it is in a song for joy that our group will sing. Commala !!"