schooil after Sammywell, but he didn't care. After it he ran an at last
it flew into a ass-middin, an nah he felt sewer on it. It tried to fly
aght but it couldn't, but ther wor noa way to get it but to goa in after
it. He wished he hadn't had on his best Sundy suit, but ther wor no help
for it. He managed to crawl in, an in a minnit he wor up to his knees i'
ass an puttaty pillins. Th' chicken raised sich a dust wi flutterin
abaat wol he wor ommost chooaked an blinded, but he grabbed it an wor
sooin aght, lukkin as if somedy'd been shakin a flaar seck ovver his
heead. Th' lads set up a shaat, but he tuk noa nooatice, an made th'
best of his way towards hooam, takkin care net to goa past th' spice
shop, for he didn't think it wor a proper day for business like that 'at
wod be waitin for him. Mally an Hepsabah follered bi a lot o'th naybors,
wor commin to see what had become on him, an when they saw what a pictur
he'd made ov hissen, they fairly skriked wi laffin--all but Mally. Shoo
wor soa mad wol shoo couldn't spaik.

Just as they'd getten to th' end o'th ginnel, old Zekil saw him, and
sed--"Heigh up, thear! What are ta dooin wi that chicken?"

"Awm takkin it whear it belangs."

"That's my chicken, put it daan an mell on it agean at thi peril."

"Nay, Zekil," sed Mally, "it's awr chicken, for Sammywell bowt it
yesterdy an its laid us a egg this mornin."

"Aw tell yo it's mine! It's nivver laid onny eggs, for it's a cock. Aw
can own it becoss its tail feathers is brokken."

Sammywell lukt at it, "aw wish its neck had been brokken," he sed.