I never toovs 'em kenna since my pal's chavo Job mullered.

And I'll pooker tute how it welled." "It was at the boro wellgooro where the graias prasters.

I was kairin the paiass of the koshters, and mandy dicked a rye an' pookered him for a droppi levinor.

'_Avali_,' he penned, 'I'll del you levinor and a kushto tuvalo too.' 'Parraco,' says I, 'rya.' So he del mandy the levinor and a dozen cigaras.

I pet em adree my poachy an' jailed apre the purge and latched odoi my pal's chavo, an' he pook'd mandy, 'Where you jallin to, kako ?' And I penned: 'Job, I've lelled some covvas for tute.' 'Tacho,' says he--so I del him the cigaras.