An here's anither yin he toul thaim: “Tha Kïngdom o Heiven ïs laik yeast that a wumman tuk fer tae mak breid. She warkt that wee bït ïntae a bïg boul o flure, tae tha hale lock o ït ris.”
He haes iverie brench cut aff o me that haes gien nae fruit. An iverie brench that daes gie fruit he faces bak a weethin sae that ït fruits aa tha mair.
But oniebodie that taks a drïnk o tha wattèr that A gie hïm wull niver hae a druith agane. Deed, ay, tha wattèr A gie hïm wull be a wattèr spoot, wallin up tae ayelastin life.”