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.”
“Thair wus thïs fairmer went oot tae saa seed, an as he wus skailin ït, some drapt doon alang tha pad, an ït got waakit iver, an tha wile burds peckt ït up.
Here's tha truith o ït. Less an ear o seed-coarn draps doon ïntae tha grun an dees, ït jist stays on ïts lane. But ïf ït dees, ït maks a hale lock o seeds.