“Scrange ting gwine happen ta de sun an de moon an de staa fa sho people wa da come. A whole heapa people een plenty place een dis wol ain gwine know wa fa do. Dey gwine be scaid fa true wen dey see de salt wata git rough an de swellin ob dat tide wata roll like tunda.
Den noda angel wa hab chaage ob de fire, come out fom close ta de alta. E holla loud fa tell de angel wa hole de shaap sickle, say, “Tek ya shaap sickle an cut dem grape clusta. Geda um fom de wine ob de eart, cause dem grape done ripe.”
De angel wa mek fo blow e trumpet. An sompin knock one tird ob de sun an one tird ob de moon an one tird ob dem staa, so dat one tird ob all dem ton daak. De sun ain shine none tall jurin one tird ob de day, an same way so de moon an de staa jurin one tird ob de night.
De staa open op de way ta de deep hole. An plenty smoke come out fom eenside dey, jes like wen dey a great big fire an smoke da come out. De sun ain shine, an de sky been daak, cause de smoke mek de place daak.