Den one of di angels kon sey, “Make una run! Make nobody look back and make una nor stop for di valley until una rish di mountin, so dat nobody go die.”
Make una tink how birds bi: Dem nor dey plant or plok, dem nor get where dem dey keep food put, but God dey give dem food chop. If God dey kare for dem, wot about una wey betta pass dem?