Испалец в колесе - страница 13
«Но почему-почему?» — вскипел я особаченно, с лучшими своими намеднями.
По сей день я никогда не узнаю ответа.
Benjaman Distasteful
Benjamin halted his grave flow of speach and lug off a cigarf he knew where peeky boon! He wretched overy and berlin all the tootsdes.
«It were all nok a limpcheese then a work ferce bottle. Ai warp a grale regrowth on, withy boorly replenishamatsaty troop, and harlas a wedreally to fight. We're save King of pampices when all the worm here me aid.» I inadvertabably an unobtrusive neyber had looke round and seen a lot of goings off, you know how they are. Anywart, I say get a battlyard pussload, ye scrurry navvy, I beseige of all my bogglephart, way with his kind farleny and grevey cawlers. But Benjaman was a rather man for all I cared. I eyed he looking, «Ben» I cried «You are rather man.» He looked at me hardly with a brown trowel. «I know' he said, 'but I do a steady thirsty.» I were overwhelped with heem grate knowaldge, you darn't offer mead and monk with all these nobody, I thought. A man like he shall haff all the bodgy poodles in his hands. «Curse ye baldy butters, and Ai think its a pritty poreshow when somebottle of my statue has to place yongslave on my deposite.»
«Why — why?» I cribble all tawdry in my best sydneys.
To this day I'll never know.
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