He pursood the attack and flung me into a mud puddle.

As I aroze and rung out my drencht garmints, I concluded fitin was n't my fort.
"I'le now rize the curtain upon seen 2nd.

It is rarely seldum that I seek consolation in the Flowin Bole.

But in a certain town in Injianny in the Faul of 18--, my orgin grinder got sick with the fever and died.
I never felt so ashamed in my life, and I thought I'd hist in a few swallers of suthin strengthnin.

Konsequents was, I histed so much I didn't zackly know whereabouts I was.