Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Intrajoosin Maggee
Wen I woke aftur my too owrs sleep, it waws such a luvlee mawrnin dhat I thawt I wud go an see my frend Maggee hoo livs down dhe hill, an bring hur my trowsurs. Shee had remarkd dhe lass tym I saw hur (at dhe parish toodoo at dhe weekend) dhat my zip mussbee brokun, an I had askd hur iff shee wud fiks it fur mee an shee sed shee wud, laffin in dhat way of hurs dhat I lyk. Enneeway I sett off widh Dawlee, my sheep (naymd aftur yoo no hoo) an fownd dhat Maggee had furgottun wawt shee sed, butt wen I remyndid hur shee didunt putt up a fuss butt gott down hur soin bocks. Dhat gerl, I luv dhe way shees awlways laffin.
Enneeway, aftur dhe job waws dun, I askd hur iff shee wawntid too kum fur a wawk widh mee. As I tolyoo dhe uddur day, I am a bit awv an artisst, an my medium iss dhe incorprayshun of fownd itums into lanskayps awv my imajinayshun. At dhe momint Im workin awn a seeskayp dhat incorprayts seegull drawpins, an dhis kan bee a bit diffkult, as it tayks a long tym too klekt dhe drawpins. Yoo hav too yoos a nyf too skrayp dhem away an eeven dhen sum awv dhem eskayps throoyur fingurs an so it waws wundurful too hav Maggee too help mee ass shee iss so gud widhur fingurs, so nimbul an kwik. In fak, shee waws so gud atit dhat aftur a wyl dher seemd no poynt in my kontinyooin an so I sat bak agenst dhe kliff an pawndurd my nekst peess. In fak, I disydid too doo a hol seerees, wich wud giv mee a lawt awv tym widh Maggee, lissnin too hur wisdum an hur luvlee laff. As my pur muddur yoostoosay, I am nawt as green as Im kabbij-lukkin, ha ha. I am awlso goin too pressent wun awv my peesis too dhe Teeshok wen hee kums in Novembur too opin dhe villij kompyootur sentur.
Wen wee had klektid enuff drawpins, I waws feelin reelee hungree, so I askd Maggee bak too my playss fur lunsh. But shee thawt it waws too far too wawk an enneeway shee sed shee wawsunt sertin abowt my abiltee too kuk a deesint awmlett, an awfurrd too feed mee insted, wich I akseptid grayshushlee – my pur muddur waws awlways moss insistint awn gud mannurs, wich I havunt furgottun. An enneeway, I had left my trowsurs at Maggee’s an I wawntid too wer dhem too dhe parish hawl bawl toomorro nyt. I didunt menshun dhis too Maggee, awv kors, as shee myt tink I waws maykin a proposishun too hur. Dhe omlett waws verree nyss, awldho dher waws a gud bit of shell in it, wich waws nawt dhe way my muddur yoostoo mayk it. Maggee didunt mynd my poyntin dhis owt too hur, shee onlee laffd agen. Wawt a gerl.
Wen I gawt bak too my howss, I diskuvurd dhat my Dawlee waws missin. I tryd too rekawl wer I had seen hur last butt waws too tyrd aftur dhe mowntin wyn Maggee had givvun mee. But it waws tinkin awv Dawlee gayv mee a grayt ydee. Wy nawt doo a seerees awv mowntin peesis yoosin sheep drawpins? Dhay arr much eesyar too pik up an too bring home widhowt braykin. An Maggee luvs wawkin in dhe mowntins. So dhat is wawt Iv disydid too doo.
Now awl dhis tinkin has mayd mee tyrd, so Im goin too sleep for an owr or too beeforr I get goin awn my seeskayps. Wyl yoo arr snoozin yur hed off I will bee hard at wurk, so I will juss say gud nyt!
Enneeway, aftur dhe job waws dun, I askd hur iff shee wawntid too kum fur a wawk widh mee. As I tolyoo dhe uddur day, I am a bit awv an artisst, an my medium iss dhe incorprayshun of fownd itums into lanskayps awv my imajinayshun. At dhe momint Im workin awn a seeskayp dhat incorprayts seegull drawpins, an dhis kan bee a bit diffkult, as it tayks a long tym too klekt dhe drawpins. Yoo hav too yoos a nyf too skrayp dhem away an eeven dhen sum awv dhem eskayps throoyur fingurs an so it waws wundurful too hav Maggee too help mee ass shee iss so gud widhur fingurs, so nimbul an kwik. In fak, shee waws so gud atit dhat aftur a wyl dher seemd no poynt in my kontinyooin an so I sat bak agenst dhe kliff an pawndurd my nekst peess. In fak, I disydid too doo a hol seerees, wich wud giv mee a lawt awv tym widh Maggee, lissnin too hur wisdum an hur luvlee laff. As my pur muddur yoostoosay, I am nawt as green as Im kabbij-lukkin, ha ha. I am awlso goin too pressent wun awv my peesis too dhe Teeshok wen hee kums in Novembur too opin dhe villij kompyootur sentur.
Wen wee had klektid enuff drawpins, I waws feelin reelee hungree, so I askd Maggee bak too my playss fur lunsh. But shee thawt it waws too far too wawk an enneeway shee sed shee wawsunt sertin abowt my abiltee too kuk a deesint awmlett, an awfurrd too feed mee insted, wich I akseptid grayshushlee – my pur muddur waws awlways moss insistint awn gud mannurs, wich I havunt furgottun. An enneeway, I had left my trowsurs at Maggee’s an I wawntid too wer dhem too dhe parish hawl bawl toomorro nyt. I didunt menshun dhis too Maggee, awv kors, as shee myt tink I waws maykin a proposishun too hur. Dhe omlett waws verree nyss, awldho dher waws a gud bit of shell in it, wich waws nawt dhe way my muddur yoostoo mayk it. Maggee didunt mynd my poyntin dhis owt too hur, shee onlee laffd agen. Wawt a gerl.
Wen I gawt bak too my howss, I diskuvurd dhat my Dawlee waws missin. I tryd too rekawl wer I had seen hur last butt waws too tyrd aftur dhe mowntin wyn Maggee had givvun mee. But it waws tinkin awv Dawlee gayv mee a grayt ydee. Wy nawt doo a seerees awv mowntin peesis yoosin sheep drawpins? Dhay arr much eesyar too pik up an too bring home widhowt braykin. An Maggee luvs wawkin in dhe mowntins. So dhat is wawt Iv disydid too doo.
Now awl dhis tinkin has mayd mee tyrd, so Im goin too sleep for an owr or too beeforr I get goin awn my seeskayps. Wyl yoo arr snoozin yur hed off I will bee hard at wurk, so I will juss say gud nyt!
# posted by Galway Bart @ 7:00 pm 
