Up too late...
Me an Sarry are up too late tonight gazin at the bitty
patch of sky that's peekin through the hole of the
ceilin. Dadda says the hole sup there to let the smoke
pass through when the long night 'scome an we gotta make
a fire to stay warm but I like to think a little nommin
poked it up there as a secret for us, meanin me an Sarry.
This way, we can have a peek back at the sky when her
fat
white
face
peeks down at us, an share us a whisper ana wink.
There 'salotta noise comma late at night, for cause of
the kittacats. They like ta russle through the trash
pail up by the sops an eat the garbage. It 'smy job to
run um off when they get bad about it, but I always tell
them they can come back later, if that 'show they want
things. For a lark sometimes I leave a bit of cream,
if we get any, up by the trash. On those nights there
'salotta noise, as the kittacats bicker and squab over
who gets the cream.
There ain 'tmuch of that anymore, though. Most of them
curdacows died off in the long winter last year.
Sarry says I rite in my journybook too much, but I 'magonna
give her an elbow if she says it too loud. I don 'twant
dadda knowin I can rite.
Sarry 'sagoin to bed now cause it startin a hellin and the
hellstones are hittin the roof an makin a raucus. Also,
it 'snot like the old hell, anahow;
This hell can make you sick!
And make you die!
Mommo One passed inna hellstorm from the stones. They done
for her nice an slow. The ductors fixed her skin up twice
but it just kept sloughin off. Finally the rest of her went
like an orange, from the inside on out.
I miss Mommo One.
Even though she smelled bad at the end.
Anyhow, Sarry's my best friend now [but don't say it where she
can hear you!] I don't like Mommo Two. Mommo Two says she
don't like me and Sarry. Mommo Two says she gonna do for us
after she do for Dadda - she says she wanna give Dadda two
moon-twins that'll be better than any of Momma One's girls
[Me, Sarry and Fanna], and a whole ten more besides. Then
he'll get rid of us when we're sellin age, to keep Mommo Two
and her new brood in the make.
I
hate
Mommo
Two.
Sarry says Mommos never have a name because all they do is make
babbas. Either the babbas a girl, and grows out of her name
when she becomes a Mommo [which Sarry says is like a beautiful
butterfly unfolding it 'swings, but Fanna says is like a murder],
or the babba 'sa boy, and gets to be a Dadda at home but keeps
his name for in CLASS. Everyone has to go to CLASS if they
are the Dadda. Mommos have to stay home and watch the babbas.
An the girls like me an Sarry got to do the keepin up at home.
Sarry wishes to the
fat
white
face
in the sky for a nommin to bring Mommo One back.
I wish too.
I just wish that Mommo Two
would die too.
But for now I 'lljust keep the kittacats fed up fat and
snarly.
patch of sky that's peekin through the hole of the
ceilin. Dadda says the hole sup there to let the smoke
pass through when the long night 'scome an we gotta make
a fire to stay warm but I like to think a little nommin
poked it up there as a secret for us, meanin me an Sarry.
This way, we can have a peek back at the sky when her
fat
white
face
peeks down at us, an share us a whisper ana wink.
There 'salotta noise comma late at night, for cause of
the kittacats. They like ta russle through the trash
pail up by the sops an eat the garbage. It 'smy job to
run um off when they get bad about it, but I always tell
them they can come back later, if that 'show they want
things. For a lark sometimes I leave a bit of cream,
if we get any, up by the trash. On those nights there
'salotta noise, as the kittacats bicker and squab over
who gets the cream.
There ain 'tmuch of that anymore, though. Most of them
curdacows died off in the long winter last year.
Sarry says I rite in my journybook too much, but I 'magonna
give her an elbow if she says it too loud. I don 'twant
dadda knowin I can rite.
Sarry 'sagoin to bed now cause it startin a hellin and the
hellstones are hittin the roof an makin a raucus. Also,
it 'snot like the old hell, anahow;
This hell can make you sick!
And make you die!
Mommo One passed inna hellstorm from the stones. They done
for her nice an slow. The ductors fixed her skin up twice
but it just kept sloughin off. Finally the rest of her went
like an orange, from the inside on out.
I miss Mommo One.
Even though she smelled bad at the end.
Anyhow, Sarry's my best friend now [but don't say it where she
can hear you!] I don't like Mommo Two. Mommo Two says she
don't like me and Sarry. Mommo Two says she gonna do for us
after she do for Dadda - she says she wanna give Dadda two
moon-twins that'll be better than any of Momma One's girls
[Me, Sarry and Fanna], and a whole ten more besides. Then
he'll get rid of us when we're sellin age, to keep Mommo Two
and her new brood in the make.
I
hate
Mommo
Two.
Sarry says Mommos never have a name because all they do is make
babbas. Either the babbas a girl, and grows out of her name
when she becomes a Mommo [which Sarry says is like a beautiful
butterfly unfolding it 'swings, but Fanna says is like a murder],
or the babba 'sa boy, and gets to be a Dadda at home but keeps
his name for in CLASS. Everyone has to go to CLASS if they
are the Dadda. Mommos have to stay home and watch the babbas.
An the girls like me an Sarry got to do the keepin up at home.
Sarry wishes to the
fat
white
face
in the sky for a nommin to bring Mommo One back.
I wish too.
I just wish that Mommo Two
would die too.
But for now I 'lljust keep the kittacats fed up fat and
snarly.