Through a garden of the proverbial vile kinder spawnlings plodding I was somewhere going,most probably nowhere.
N jumpin n bustin my bollocks they begins,religious backed this were,so twice the bother they mades.
One such brat pullin me pant leg kept most insistently till in ager I lift her,a black haired mestiff smiling youngling.
She then spits these lines of creepines in my native tongue fer the first time still smiling that most impersonal of smugs:
"And look above to see the grace of god as I have"
I tell er ta keep silence,but again she intones this dark conjuration.
Furious, I smash her frame against the floor n still she smiles and proceeds ta repeat her speech
Before she can articulate the second vocable her chest I strike with my fist n yet she continues...
Before she can begin to pronounce the last word stabbed her I dids...
Woke up I dids,shaking trembling and fearful of looking aboves,at least ta silence er able I was in the end...
(Need ta sleep better I be needins methinks)