19 Da way Abraham trus God, he no lose fight, no matta he figga, his body litto mo ready fo mahke, cuz he almos hundred year ol, an Sarah, she no can come hapai awready.
Den Abraham go down an put his face on top da groun fo show respeck to God. But he laugh same time, cuz inside, he stay tink, “No way! How can?! Me, one hundred year ol, an Sarah, ninety year ol. How us can get kids?!”
Da grass inside da field stay grow today, but tomorra dey goin throw um inside da fire. God give da grass clotheses lidat, so garans he goin give you guys clotheses. You guys ony trus God litto bit!
But he tell, “How come you guys sked? You guys ony trus me litto bit, o wat?!” Den he get up. He scold all da winds an da waves. Den eryting come calm.