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(Sheâ€™s removed the cup of tobacco juice from the table, and placed it in a far corner of her room. Now, when she spits tobacco juice at something, her aim is in fact quite good! But . . . itâ€™s a small cup, and sits approximately eight feet away from where sheâ€™s penning her bio. You guessed it! The area â€˜round the cup is now getting quite messy!)
let me see . . . where was I? Yesterday morn, I was sittinâ€™ here writin â€˜bout somethinâ€™ what happened last week. Then yesterday afternoon I was sittinâ€™ here writinâ€™ â€˜bout yesterday afternoon! Then last night I was writin â€˜bout somethinâ€™ what happened later yesterday afternoon! Now its today, and Iâ€™m gettingâ€™ ready ta writ â€˜bout somethinâ€™ what happened last week again!
Oh geez! It ainâ€™t exactly no cup oâ€™ tea tryinâ€™ ta writ this thing! Me mind canâ€™t get a good hold on it! Makinâ€™ me dizzy it is! The thing is this! I ainâ€™t so good with numbers and all the pages I writ is all mixed up now cause, well, I aintâ€™ knowinâ€™ the right numbers ta mark on â€˜em! Those readinâ€™ itâ€™ll have to work it all out fer themselves!
Been thinkinâ€™ â€˜bout lookinâ€™ â€˜round fer a teacher to learn me â€˜bout numbers. I knowâ€™s a few numbers. Oâ€™course number one I knows! And four too! I knowâ€™s the number four. After that, I ainâ€™t so sure oâ€™ what comes next. Ten I think. I knows ten is a high number. I figure if someone can teach me all the numbers up ta ten, and there must be at least fifteen o’ those, thatâ€™ll be fine with me. After all, if you have ten oâ€™ something, that should be enough fer anyone, ya know?
Gettinâ€™ back to me story, â€˜bout Axel-Flinch the dragon now. Well we all col . . coll . . . we got all the things he was wantinâ€™ and marched off to his cave in the pass. We handed everything over to him, he checked all oâ€™ it off on a list, makinâ€™ sure weâ€™d left nothinâ€™ out and then he handed Bel back to us.
But let me ask yuh? What the hel is he gonna do with a pair oâ€™ boogle gloves thatâ€™s â€˜bout five sizes too small fer him? Tis a silly thing fer him to be wantinâ€™ those gloves Iâ€™m thinkinâ€™. Anyways, like he promised, he gave us a few tips â€˜bout how ta kill the huge bug, what was munchinâ€™ away on the roots of the shaftinâ€™ tree.
I gotta say one more thing â€˜bout that last visit to see the dragon. Iâ€™m sayinâ€™ it now. Awful-Flux gave Bel back to us right? He also gave us a few secrets on how ta kill the bug, right? And Bel walloped him good three times, right? So . . . weâ€™s kind oâ€™ done with him now, right? And this dragonâ€™s standinâ€™ there watchinâ€™ us, and behind him Iâ€™m seeinâ€™ at least three, mayhap seven boxes, all filled up with his dragon treasure!
So I whispers to Walis, that we ought to . . . and thereâ€™s at least nine â€˜o us, against only one oâ€™ him . . . ya know? Well, the man turned as white as a sheet he did! I thought he was gonna fall right down on the floor oâ€™ the cave in a faint at the thought oâ€™ that! So . . . I just let it go.
I just donâ€™t understand men I guess. Sometimes theyâ€™s such wimps!