Scottish Word: Graith.

Tak it frae me Donner, we may be graith the noo but we maunbe douchtless suin eneuch. Jist like whit happened tae aw the elves when he replaced them wi thon flittin clever-deid new fangled whigmaleerie … Continue reading Graith. →

Kin ah intereest ye tae step oot and sample a wee galshach frae mha box, Mr Gust the Gab? if I may be permitted tae give you sic an honorific title that my kin bestows upon … Continue reading Gust the Gab. →

Oh No. Not ataw, My pal here Mr Geenyoch the burd isni gonna eat meee. He’s named me. And Ahm noo caw’d Galshach, an awfie bonnie name, ahn he has promised tae tak me tae a … Continue reading Geenyoch. →
Scottish Word: Gowan.

I see ye wee moudie wavin a gowan at me. Ahn I hear you too, (bit unco that). Whit’s that yer saying? He’s saving a moose that wiz stuck doon yin o yer tunnels. Jist as … Continue reading Gowan. →
Scottish Word: Cruban.

If only ye’d kent semaphore ahn peyd heed tae thon cruban doon there flaggin the danger tae ye wi its cleuks ye micht both hae been saved. Noo as it stauns one o ye’s goin doon … Continue reading Cruban. →

Jings yir an awfie lankie leggit golach ahn they look gey bruckle tae me. Yir wee pal on ma shouder’s worried aboot ye but dinni be feart. Ahll mak sure ye leave shankit the wey ye … Continue reading Bruckle. →
Scottish Word: Pow.

Yiv blowdered yer pow intae orbit agin an I doot I’ll be able tae retrieve this time tae stick it back. It’s no like ye hivni been warned o aw the dangers o scorchin oot yer … Continue reading Pow. →

Weel coo, it seems it’s jist you ahn me fur the guising. Mind you there could be oniebody oot here in this mirk for aw the licht this tumshie lantern’s giein us. Translate: tumshie: turnip, a … Continue reading Tumshie. →
Scottish Word: Scart.

He climbed up and gart us aw tae faw oot o a tree we didni need rescuing frae and made me scart mha lug intae the bargain. Look at him noo, aw fixed, the muckle sad … Continue reading Scart. →

Tak that ye contermacious scowderin fiery beastie ye. Huv the fou smeddum o my fire pit-ootery tin. This is yer last warning. Yiv no tae scoff virgins ahn scowder guid polis sent tae protect them. You’ll … Continue reading Contermacious. →