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Pooty says, “Et it our selfs dint we. Cruncht the boan and suckt the marrer.”

Punch says, “Then tel the babby no suck ter day. Suck ter marrer.”

Pooty says, “You mynd the swossage wylst I fetch him.”

Punch says, “Yes I wil Iwl mynd that swossage.”

Pooty looks at me then she says, “Now I want you to keap a eye on Mr Punch I want you to give me a shout if he has a go at that swossage.” She puts the sossage on the play board.

I said, “All right Iwl do that.”

Pootys down then Punch grabs the sossage he terns his back to me and arga warga. I yelt, “Pooty!” but its too late becaws Punch terns roun agen and that sossage is all gone.

Punch is rubbing his hans in joy of it he says, “Um. You cant beat a good banger.”

Up comes Pooty with the frying pan and the babby which its a littl pink piglet. Pooty says to Punch, “Youve et that swossage havent you.”

Punch says, “No I dint.”

I said, “O yes you did.”

Punch says, “O no I dint.”

I said, “O yes you did.”

Pooty says, “Never mynd Iwl see if I can fynd a nother swossage.” She hans the babby to Punch she says, “You look after him wil you wylst Im gone.”

Punch is running his eye up and down that piglet he says, “O yes Iwl look after him hewl be in good hans. You bes be off now after that swossage its a long time since Ive had any.”

Pooty says to me, “Youwl give me a shout wont you if theres any nead.”

I said, “O yes Iwl do that.”

Pootys off then and Punch is holding the babby. Punch says, “Youwl be good wont you. You wont cry wil you.”

The babby dont say nothing.

Punch says to the babby, “Les walky walky.” He puts the babby down and backs off a littl. Hols out his arms and says, “Walky walky.”

The babby that littl pink piglet slyds tords him like it wer on a string. Grey morning lite and candls sill lit in there. Shadders wivvering and wayvering on the smoak and flames paintit on the back cloth. Punchs head wer 1 solid peace of wood but looking at him I begun to think his joars myt open wide. “O wot a good babby,” says Punch. O how I hoapit that babby wer going to stay good nor not give him no bother.

Punch puts the babby back where he startit. He says, “Walky walky” agen.

“Wah!” says the babby.

Punch whacks the play board with his stick. “Dont cry,” says Punch to the babby. “You look so terbel juicy when youre crying.”

“Wah!” says the babby. “Wah wah wah!”

Punch grabs that littl pink piglet and I yelt, “Pooty!”

Pootys up then and grabbing the babby as wel. Shes pulling on 1 arm and Punch on the other it looks like theyre going to tear that littl pig in 2 peaces. Punch lets go of the babby he grabs his stick and hes beating Pooty and the babby. Pootys yelling, “Ow ow ow!” and the babbys screaming, “Wah wah wah!” til Punch beats them qwyet. Theyre boath dead then Punch has beat the life out of them. He puts them boath in the frying pan they dont fit too wel and hanging oven the sides but hes frying them the bes he can.

Up comes a ugly bloak he dont look like any kynd of good news for Punch. Hes got a hang tree which he sets it up on the play board. He says, “Jack Ketch is who I am which Im the Loakel Tharty roun here I thot I heard a woman frying.”

“My wife,” says Punch.

“Shes a beauty,” says Jack Ketch. “Iwl have a bit of that.”

“Shes myn,” says Punch, “Eat your oan wife.”

“I heard a babby frying and all,” says Jack Ketch. Hes got his nose pernear in that frying pan he dont ½ look hungry.

“My babby,” says Punch. “Fynd your oan.”

“You bes share with me or Iwl have you up for it,” says Jack Ketch.

“Im hy a nuff all ready I dont nead no upping,” says Punch.

“You shudve thot of that befor you come hitting piggy side,” says Jack Ketch hes readying the roap on his hang tree.

“You mean bacon side,” says Punch.

Jack Ketch says, “If a dead pig is bacon whats a dead Punch?”

Punch says, “You wont never see no dead Punch Im too old to dy.”

“This heres a magic tree itwl make you yung a nuff,” says Jack Ketch hes patting his hang tree.

“Im too ripe for that,” says Punch. “The fruit dont go from the groun to the tree.”

Jack Ketch says, “Youwl get back to the groun soon a nuff I wont keap you long jus only til youre dead dead dead.” He takes his hang tree in boath hans and trying to catch Punch in the loop of the roap.