Bob the saw-fish’s neb may no be as shairp as a new boucht bushman but he’ll whitter through thon moggies air pipe fast eneuch.
We’re lucky – if we were in a bowl in the warld o that cat we’d huv aw been scaffled as farin by noo.
Doon here it’s trauchlin, like it’s wadin through traicle.
Bob the saw-fish’s nose may not be as sharp as a new bought bushman saw but he will whittle through that cat’s air pipe fast enough.
We are lucky – if we were in a bowl in the world of that cat we’d all have been devoured greedily as its food by now.
Down here it is struggling, as if it is wading through treacle.