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.