“Were he stealing my child?” gawsp him.
“Not yet but maybe,” I narrate.
“Wait while I shoot,” he narrate while making target movement.
“Ah not!” I holla. “Permit me to do so. I have killed several with slippers.”
“How foolhardened is courage!” he stotter while I lep forwards. Swatts!! with dareless heel of slipper-shoe I collided Hon. Fly so certainly that he broke and fell amidst dead kicks. Prides filled my lungs. Joyly I reach downly, and pick Hon. Fly by fingers.
“I save your child without expense!” I naturalize. “Here is!”
“Here is what?” he require, peevly chewing his breath.
“Hon. Fly,” I reject, like militia.
“You mean say you approach in here so stealthly a.m.dnights for catch flies?” This from him with flashes.
“I say it!”