Hïs follaers went up tae hïm an waakent hïm. “Dominie, dominie!” the' caad oot, “we'll be droont!” An Jesus ris, an he chackt tha blowstèrin wun an waves. Aa at yinst tha wun drapt, an tha stoarm wus ower.
“Wha toucht me?” axt Jesus. Whan naebodie owned up tae ït, Petèr saed, “Dominie, fowk ir püshin an shuvin aa roon ye [an ye ir wunnèrin wha toucht ye?!]”.
An as tha twa men wus leain Jesus, Petèr saed, “Dominie, A'm gled we ir here tae see thïs. Cum on an we'll big thrie shiltèrs, yin fer you, yin fer Moses an yin fer Elijah.” But he wus jist rannèrin.
“A'm awa oot tae ketch some fïsh,” Simon Petèr toul thaim, an the' saed, “We'll gang alang wi ye.” Sae oot the' went an got ïntae tha bóat, but the' niver catched ocht ava tha hale nicht.