Ja take Nell to da beach. Nell sweeeeem. Lahk fishie. Maw used to talk to Nell an Mae 'bout swammin. She say, "don go out dere and swam nekkid if'n it aint at naht! You get skewed in da belly!" But Ja take Nell to da beach and Nell sit nekkid in da sun. Nell laaahk the sun. Waaana be in da sun.
Nell sweem so long dat after while, Ja come lookin fo Nell.
"Nell, tahm go home," Ja say.
"NO, Ja! Nell waaaaana stay. Waaaaana!"
I say no so many tahm Ja come in and git me. I laugh and scream, spew wah on him. He try to grab me, an Nell slip out his arms jus lahk a fishie. Nell splash Ja so much he have to get nekkid too. Sun goes way. Like a tree in da wiiind.
We sit on the san and wait to dry. Ja have a skewer stickin straight up in da air. Nell grab it and Ja try to git away, but Nell waaaaana touch it. It sooooft...like how flowers feel when Nell brush dem gainst her face.
"Nell, don do dat," Ja say. But he sound lahk he waaaaan Nell touch his skewer anyway. Ja's face all red. He shakin. Nell touch it so much he start grabbin at Nell and tryin lay on top.
"YOU FINLY GON SKEW ME, YOU GON SKEW ME!!!" I scream. I cant wait. But he so surprise dat I yell dat, he grab a tow and make me put it on. Den he get dress, take us home. Won talk to me. Ja feeles all tahay wi Nell.
Nell sad. Waaaan Ja talk to her.
Ja always talkin bout hurry canes. He say, "Nell get in da hous, hurry canes comin!" I don't know why he so scard of canes dat hurry. Maybe dey skuuu him in da belly somtime when he was a littl'n.
Nell feeles all ta-hay bout hurry canes. Dey make trees swaaaaay in da wiiiiiind. Waaaaana hurry cane. Nell say to Ja--don't ki, missa chickabee. Come to Nell, hurry cane.
in Nell dreams...Nell and Mae...swangin an playin...
but Mae walks wid Lawd now.
this mor Nell get up an eat pocorn, then clim in bed wi Ja. Ja si up real fast, all scared. Nell tell him, "don't ki, missa chickabee. Nell just wan sleep wi Ja." But Ja say Nell can't. Ja look like he was scard of Nell.
Ja say he never skuuu Nell in da belly, but somtime Nell tink he 'fraid he will. Nell waaaana. Nell 36 yea old, she tiiiird of waitin to be skuuuued. Ja sho Nell a book 'bout skuuuin.
Nell waaaaana skuuu.
Ja got Nell a new Bi fo Crismas. Nell ask Ja why he gi Nell a new Bi, and he tell Nell dat San give all people new tings fo Crismas. I ask Ja would San skuuu Nell in da belly, but he say no. So I leave San sum popcorn.
Nell read Bi fo yooou.
O Lawd, ow Lawd,
ya gratness see in alllll tingss...
I sing pra fo Lawd.
Nell not read word gooood. Ja, you read.
Nell, I don't want to read it. And stop eating all of that popcorn, you're going to get sick.
Ja, waaaaannna. Read word. NOW. Waaaaaannnnna!
Alright, alright, Nell...Jesus. Six years of medical school for this. I'll read the word but I'm putting the popcorn away first.
God is our shelter and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble.
So we will not be afraid, even if the earth is shaken and mountains fall into the ocean depths...
I can't read any more of this. It's too depressing. Let's go swimming again, so you can learn the ways of men.
Ja sku Nell in da belly?
Not this time, I promise. This time we're just taking pictures with the magical camera. The flash is just the fairy winking at you, remember? No freaking out this time.
Nell luvvv popcorn! Waanna...waaaannna...WAAAAANNNNNNAAAA!
Nell waaaaa popcorn.
Mae walks wid laaawd, reckon. Nell ta ta of evildooors.