Chapter 8: A Sleep av a Hundred Christmases:
Dinty's POV:
After all dat traveleng I finally made it to face Mag. "So, you thought-" I den stopped 'er dere so I can catch my breath. We're not all capable av flyeng you know. I den gestured 'er to continue What are you like? "So, you thought you could stop me, huh?"
"I will never let you get dat gold," I said.
"You tricked you fair and square," says Mag.
"I'll... I'll fight you fhr it," I said.
"I think you could use a nap," says Mag.
Mag: Jack and Jill went up de hill to fetch a pail av water
So dey say, deir subsequent fall was inevitable
Dey never stood a chance; dey were written dat way
Innocent victims av deir sthry
Like Romeo and Juliet
'Twas written in de stars befhre dey even met
Dat love and fate and a touch av stupidity
Would rob dem av deir hope av liveng happily
De endengs are avten a little bit ghry
I wonder why dey didn't just change deir sthry
We're told we have to do what we're told, but surely
Sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty
Just because you fend dat life's not fair, it
Doesn't mean dat you just have to grin and bear it
If you always take it on de chin and wear it, not'eng will change
Even if you're little you can do a lot, you
Mustn't let a little t'eng like 'little' stop you
If you sit around and let dem get on top, you
Might as well be sayeng you think dat it's okay
And dat's not right
And if it's not right, you have to put it right
In de slip av a bolt, dere's a tiny revolt
De seeds av a war in de creak av a flohrboard
A sthrm can begin with de flap av a weng
De tiniest mite packs de mightiest steng
Every day starts with de tick av a clock
All escapes start with de cleck av a lock
If you're stuck in yooehr sthry and want to get out
You don't have to cry; you don't have to shout
'Cause if you're little, you can do a lot, you
Mustn't let a little t'eng like 'little' stop you
If you sit around and let dem get on top, you
Won't change a t'eng
Just because you fend dat life's not fair, it
Doesn't mean dat you just have to grin and bear it
If you always take it on de chin and wear it
You might as well be sayeng you think dat it's OK
And dat's not right
And if it's not right, you have to put it right
But nobody else is gonna put it right fhr me
Nobody but me is gonna change my sthry
Sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty
"A Sleep av a Hundred Christmases!"
And with dat, I started to feel tired...
To Be Continued
In the next chapter, Blarney gets a surprise reunion.
