And who the 'ell do these pigs think they be, I hate this place of an eve' almost dropped me trays when he slapped me, an' Butterbur, he would be right angry, maybe even fire me, but I 'ad to ''shog on'' as me idiot melon head brother Geth says.
And then! 'eres me jus' tryin' ter ger on wi' me job an one o' them floaty folk is standin' around with a face like a slapped hind, ''And why has my steed not been tended!'' She din' 'alf showt at me... and then she slaps me across the face, I wer right scared, I 'alf expected her to skewer me like a pig....
Night only got better in the Pony, kept gerrin' orders wrong, Butterbur wer' tellin' me off all night, wu' not my fault fer being late and gerrin all muddled an' the like, no' my fault I tells him, but off he sent me ter the stable aways... ''Go on, off with yer fer the night'' so he said, an' off I went.
In a right mood when I wer dun, an what be worse I sees tha' 'orrible hag from Archet ways, way back when I wer a little un'. ''Oi Beth!! My Lamb'' Oh she dun 'ave the nerve be flappin her gums a' me after 'all' she dun do fer me, all she din do more to the like, din stop me mam from runnin' aways an leavin me ter look after me sen..... I dun want nowt ter be doin' with her!! ''What yer flapping yer gums at'' So i says....
