Stranger. That—oh, that's a Gnu.
Joe's Wife. He says it be a noo.
Joe. A noo what?
His Wife. Why, a noo hanimal, I s'pose.
Joe. Well, he bain't naw himprovement on th' hold 'uns, as I can see. They'd better ha' left it aloan if they couldn't do naw better nor 'im. Dunno what things be coming to, hinventin' o' noo hanimals at this time o' day.
BEFORE ANOTHER CAGE.
A Boozed and Argumentative Rustic. I sez as that 'un's a fawks, an' I'm ready to prove it on anny man.
A Companion (soothingly). Naw, naw, 'e baint naw fawks. I dunno what 'tis,—but 'tain't naw fawks nawhow.
B. and A. Rustic. I tell 'ee 'tis a fawks, I'm sure on it. (To Mild Visitor) Bain't 'e a fawks, Master, eh?
Mild Visitor. Well, really, if you ask me, I should say it was a hyena.