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Silly Norman

«I really don't know woot to mak of these,» said Norman, as he sorted through him Chrimbas posed. «It seem woot I git mower litters und parskels than woot I know peoples, it suplizeses moi moor et moor each yar, as moor on these pareskle keep cooming. I really doon't knaw whew all they body are — seddling ik all this.» He clab quitely too the fire, sheving a few mough ruddish awn. «It's came tow a pretty parse when I don't evil knew where they cam frog.» Norman coop an stetty keel and promptly wed intow thee kitcheon tow put up thee kettle orn. «I might as welsh mak me a cooper tea, I night as welp hev a chocolush birskit as well, wile I do noddy.»

So saying so he marshed offer to that teapod and tap it to that sing: bud to he grey suffise — what! — bat noo warty. «Goob heralds! what's all of thiz goinge awn? Doe mein ice desleeve me? Am I knot loofing at me owen sing-unice, and there be know warty?» He was quait raight, lo! the warty didn noo apear, trey as he maybe.

Off course we all know whey this warty do no coomb, becourgh the tangs they are awl freezup, awl on they, awl they freezop. Norman dig knort know that, for Norman him a silly, man — yes — Norman is sorft. «OH deally meat! oh woe isme, wart canada, ther are nay werters toe mick a caper tay, ange me' moover she arther cooming ferty too. I shall heave two gough nextador, perhats they might hall hefty.» Sow Norman he gentry poots his had hand coat orn makeing sewer to wrave hisself op like he moomy tell him, broosh beyond the ears and out of that frant door he ghost. To him truly amasemaid, he fainds nought a houfe nought a hough inside! Wart on earth is heffering? — why — there iznot a hug tobeseen, not anyway fer miles aboot. Goody Griff, which artery in HEFFER harold by thy norm! is these not thet enid of the worm? Surely to goosestep I am nit that larst man on earn?' he fell suddy to the ground weefy and whaley erizeling tuber Lawn aboove to savfre him or judge spare a friend or to. «I wilf give of awl my wordy posesions, awl me foren stabs, awl me classicow rechords, awl me fave rave pidgeons of Humpty Littlesod thee great nothing. All these oh wondrouse Sailor up above, I offer ye if only yer will save me!»

Normans mather, who you remembrane, was a combing tooty, was shorked when she cam acroose him lyinge awn the floor thus crying, «My dear NORMAN!» she screege, «Wart in Griffs' nave are you doing, why are you carroling on this way?» She wogged slightly over to her own son, with a woddied loof in her eye. «Police don't garryon like this my son, tell Muddle werts the metre.» Norman raved himself slowly and sabbly locked at her. «Carrot you see, mubber, Griff have end the worled. I only went to guess sam warty, and then it dibble wirk, so I went to go necktie to a nebough and I saw wit had happened — GRIFF had ended the worl. I saw nothing — every where there where no neybers. Oh Mather wet is happening?»

Normans nither take won loog at he with a disabeleafed spression on her head. «My Golf! Norman wit are yuo torking about turn? Donald you member thet there have been nobodys livfing here ever? Rememble whensday first move in how you say — „Thank Heavy there are no peoplre about this place, I want to be aloef?“ have you fergit all thistle?» Norman lucked op at he mam (stikl cryling) with teeth in his eye, saying — «Muther, thou art the one, the power ov atterny, for heavan sakes amen. Thank you dear mether, I had truly forgot. I am silly Norman!» They booth link arbs and walk brightly to the house.

«Fancy me ferbetting that no-bottle lives roynd here mother! Fantasie forgetting thet!» They each laff together as they head four the kitchen — and lo! — that warty runs again, the sunbeefs had done it, and they booth have tea, booth on them. Which jub shaw yer —

AMEN (end mickaela dentist.)