12 Den he sen anodda guy. Dey bus him up an make um bleed, an throw um outside.
He sen anodda worka guy, an dey bus him up too, an dey no shame fo make any kine to him, an sen um away wit notting.
Den da boss fo da grape farm tell, ‘Wat I goin do? Eh, I know wat! I goin sen my ony boy, da one I love. Fo shua, dey goin show respeck fo him!’
Da luna tell anodda guy, ‘How much you owe?’ He tell, ‘One tousan basket wheat.’ Da luna tell, ‘Dis yoa bill. Write eight hundred basket.’
