"'E's never 'ad a mother! 'E was an incubytor chicken, and wherever I took 'im 'e was picked at.

There was somethink wrong with 'im; 'e never was a fyvorite!" I put the fluffy body into a hole in the turf, and strewed a handful of grass over him.

"Sad little epitaph!" I thought.

"He never was a fyvorite!".