- Markshire PCs:
Friday oâ€™ last week I made me way to Barrelgoreâ€™s place, with my special rare glacial ice sittinâ€™ safe in me pack, fixinâ€™ ta meet the rest oâ€™ our little band oâ€™ adventurers. I told ya a few pages back, Barrelgoreâ€™s kitchenâ€™s where we gotta go ta get to where Frank and his tribe is camped.
Walis, Durok and Bel was sittinâ€™ at a table listenâ€™ ta Port, who was standinâ€™ in front oâ€™ â€˜emâ€™. He was all animated and excited, wavinâ€™ his arms back and forth and jabbinâ€™ his finger in the air. Seems they was havinâ€™ a dis . . . discu . . . . uh, they was yackinâ€™ â€˜bout what youâ€™d call a thing if there was more then one oâ€™ it! Ya know, like if ya seen more then one bird, then youâ€™d say, â€œWow! Look at all them birds!â€
Tâ€™was the most ridiculous thing I ever heard, listenin toâ€™ those four arguing with each other â€˜bout whether ta put an â€˜sâ€™ or an â€˜enâ€™ after somethinâ€™ your seeinâ€™ more then one of! I just donâ€™t think a manâ€™s brain workâ€™s the same way as oâ€™ womanâ€™s. I think most oâ€™ a manâ€™s brainâ€™s just used fer paddinâ€™ ta keep the tiny piece oâ€™ it in the middle, what does the thinkinâ€™ fer him, well protected.
Yup! Paddinâ€™! Iâ€™m sure oâ€™ this cause when ya hits a man on the head, most times heâ€™ll just look at ya with a stupid grin on his face! Ya gotta whack a man really hard ta put him down because oâ€™ all that paddinâ€™!
Anyways, theyâ€™s goinâ€™ on and on â€˜bout which is proper. Oxes or oxen? I seen two foxes or a bunch oâ€™ foxen? Oh geez! Well, Iâ€™m thinkinâ€™ to myself, what about a goose? For more then one goose youâ€™d be havinâ€™ ta use an entirely different word! Geese! And a whole bunch oâ€™ geese is called a gaggle! And . . . if ya used the word goose as a verb, you ainâ€™t even talkinâ€™ â€˜bout a bird no more! Tâ€™would have a whole other meaninâ€™!
So . . . I just stood there listeninâ€™ to all their silliness and didnâ€™t say nothinâ€™. I reminded â€˜em Frank might be gettinâ€™ irritated , waitinâ€™ so long fer us. That said, we all walked into Berrelgoreâ€™s kitchen, which for some reason this time, was as dark as death, and none oâ€™ us had to close our eyes.
I tapped me heels together three times, anyways.