Da day afta tomorra, wen litto mo ready fo da dark time come, go all da way down by da place wea you wen hide wen dis trouble start, an wait nea da pile up stone dat stay dea.
Den I goin sen one boy, an tell um, ‘Go, find da arrows.’ If I tell um, ‘Look! Da arrows stay dis side a you. Bring um back hea,’ den you come, cuz dat goin mean dat jalike fo shua Da One In Charge stay alive, I stay shua az good fo you. No mo nobody goin hurt you.