Dame.
No!
Rip.
I be [d——d fun][35] dat is a fact.
Dame.
And you shot nothing?
Rip.
Not dat time; but de next time, I picks me my flint, unt I [creeps][36] up to de little [pond][37] by de old field, unt dere—what do you [tink][38] I see?
Dame.
Ducks?