The thing about huntin’ posssim, yeah? The thing is, is yeh’ve gotta have the… the… wossname… the right equi’ment, yeah? Yeh cain’t jes’ go out there inna… inna… woss… loike a li’l Johnny B. Tidy scootah wif’ the little hard rubbah wheels, roight? Yeh’ve got teh have tha bes’ equi’ment for theh job. So’s when I saw this beau’ heah in ol’ Feathehwood’s, I said to misself, I said “Jeremy, ol’ guy, yeh know yeh’re goin’ possim huntin’ next Thursdey, and all yeh’ve got now is that li’l pea shootah yeh got frum yeh mum when yeh were in prim’ry school.
So ah bought ‘er. And ah bought tha boots and socks and knickahs and vest and tie and cap to go wiffit. And theh whole boondle oonly cost meh tweelve hoondred pounds!
(The word was “gamekeeper”.)
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