Tis so unseasonable I be sat here with nary a fire in the grate. Amos be sick the other week so he did say we could break out the logs under the ole sheet for a treat. I see the poor boys from the middle gathering a few sticks in the woods at dusk most days now.
Strange happenings the other night, when I did go out to put the old gander indoors, there be flashing lights seen from the cricket pavilion. Gave me the screaming nadgers it did, I can tell you for sure. Then when I got indoors there was a fairy cake in Reuben's place with the top all chewed away. What can this mean? It be the gumprints of an enormous cat.