Flavor of Tadpoles

gunns gully
april 18

dere frend

wot are you quenchin yer thurst with these days.
we ave giv up avin meels in gunns gully more or less sins the criks ave been runnin low we git enuf soluds in our drinkin warter to satisfy a gluttin.
i mus say i aint mutch shuk on the flaver of tad poles. they are a akwierd tast like wombats. but sum of the warter beedles is a bit tasty.
bil smith tels me that the warter wots left in is crick is orl full of miskeeter riglers so is missis boyles orl the warter befor they drinks it. that seems to me like a lotter rot becos as i tels him i cant tast no diffrince between boyled miskeeters an ror miskeeters so e is only wastin is time.

this ere drout wether as corsed bil to chu things over a bit in is mind an e as wurked out a bit of a theery. e puts it to me the uther day an arsts me dont i think its feezible.
bils ideer is that a man can giv up avin anythink if e only takes an nocks it off gradjil. take worter bil sez. if a man drunk less an less of it evry day til e got isself down to a cupler tee spoons ful bine by e cud nock that orf gradjil til e cud liv without anny worter at tall. an e cud teech is orses an cows an crops to do the same bit by bit an then it wudent mater if we never got no more rane.
i tells bil it mite be a bit risky tryin the theery with worter fer a start. as e wus jist on is way parst the pub i pinted out it mite be a good ideer to ave a ixperiment with beer fer a trile.
but bil sez no e sez is theery aint feezible at tall when it cums to nessysserys. an e wus so narked about it e forgot to arst me if i wus goin is way.

i see be the pappers that this ere noo dancin craz seems to be sending em orl dippy in ingland an amerika. dancin fer ours an days without stopin. it looks to me like they wus going clean orf ther panikins an we are startin to git a bit nervis about it up ere. you no wot yung fokes is in the bush abowt dancin. if that craz wus oncet to git a holt up ere amung the yung peepil the ole lanscap wud jist be a mask of wirlin figgers nite an day an no wurk did.

when we begun notisin that the yung fokes wus takin a intrest in this darncin nonsens in the pappers me an bil an ole pete airey an a few uthers puts our eds together an tries to start a sorter counter akt like burnin a fire brake agin a bush fire. but we deden ave mutch sugsess.

furst orf we got up a long distans cow milkin compytishun. but yung erb airey got a grammyfone out in the yard an starts milkin to a jaz choon an that aint no good to a cows tits. as it was my cow i calls the compytishun orf. an the yung fokes ad a impromchoo darnce til ole airey dun in the grammyfone with a ax.

nex time we trid a non stop fern cuttin compytishun. but a blok cum along with a tin wisel an after e ad plaid a wals choon fer a bit the ole thing looked like it wus going to be a fi asko. as they wus cuttin in my paddick i slips the blok with the wisel a cupler bob to pla a ilan fling. they cut about 3 akers of ferns an a lotter ther legs before the wiselers wind giv out. so i never dun so bad orl kinserned.

torkin of the drout ther wus a city blok stayin at ole aireys lars weak with a grate sens of umer. wun mornin e cum out in is pijamers with a towl an a tooth brush an a biter sope an sed e thort wud ave a barth. they orl neer dide larfin at im but e never seen the jok.
airey tells im why ther aint enuf warter to spar to barth a blofly an e better ave a rub down with a bag sam as they dun an thank even it never raned bags or e cudent ave that.
then the blok got snarky an sez thanks orl the sam but e perfered to stop dirty.

hoppin you are the sam
yours truly
Ben Bowyang