An tha spïrit gien a scraich an ït throwed tha lad tae tha grun ïn anither fït, jist afore ït cum oot o hïm. Tha wee fella lukt as ïf he haed deed, an sae tha crood saed, “He's deid.”
An a wïckit spïrit ïs aye takkin houl o hïm, an whan ït daes, he lets oot a guldèr, an he stairts tae fït an foam at tha mooth, an ït's onlie eftèr he's bin hurt baad that ït leas hïm.
Jist as tha wee lad wus cumin, he faad doon tae tha grun fïttin, an Jesus gien tha wïckit spïrit a richt barjin, an hailt tha wee lad an gien hïm bak tae hïs faither.