an he saed tae thaim, “Gae tae tha clachan fornent ye, an at yinst ye'll fin a cuddie tethèrt thair, wi hir cowlt alangside o hir. Lowse tha raip, an brïng thaim tae me.
An latèr on, as Jesus wus sïttin on tha Moont o Olives, tha follaers cum tae hïm on hïs lane. “Tell iz,” the' saed, “whan wull aa thïs cum aboot, an whut wull be tha sign o yer cumin, an o tha enn o tha age?”