“I’m gonna get a beebee gun ya dern critters and shoot yer I’s out.”
“That’s right purty ladies grip yer hips, shut yer lips and leave the page.”
“I seen them I’s. All those ego tis tical bloody I’s!”
“Now who the dern hell else would it be, I wonder?”
“Step away from THAT page tiny Mildred!”
“That’s right, that’s it, dang it, all those dern that’s are giving me a fit.”
Calm down Dad. I think ya’s been a eatin too much alphabet soup?
“Well, I never.” “Aye, aye, I aye, in China they do……..”
“DADDY!” “Sister grab the beebees. Dad’s trying ta load
and Bitsy’s wrrrittting!!!