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Ah had a aulder bruther whin ah wis wee, ah wis five then an' he -wis nine yea see. A tendid tae follow him aboot, bit bein' aulder he widnae care a hoot. Aw jings a remember wan day at school, oot o' ma pocket ma hankie a bullyboy did pull. Whit arrrr' yea cryin' fur? Ma brother Jack did say, that big bullyboy pinched ma hankie whin ah wis at play. Noo bein' aulder an' bigger he set aboot his bloke, at furst the bloke thocht it wis a joke. Bit no fur lang whin Jack grabbed this blokes wee wee parts, the bully bloke screamed an' had an involuntary fart:) Weel a gote ma hankie back an' it stoaped me fidgin', as that bullyboy bloke walked away haudin' his Nether region" Naw ma bruther wis no fond o' playin' wae me, bit he wid a'ways protect me tae the Nth degree. Whin a wis Nine an' ma bruther wis thirteen. Jack wis a'ways oot an' never tae be seen, Wan day ma faither came hame frae his workin' day. "Alex" he shouted oot the windae , cum in this minit frae play. Jings, crivens he wis in a blidy angry mood, a wid hiv ran a mile if a possibly could. Did you burn aw those window curtains doon? a looked up at the windae an' blidy swooned. The curtains wir hingin' wae a wee bit charcoaly thread, oh crivens a wished as wis blidy dead, No me faither, naw it wisnae me, jist then, at that moment, ah hid an' involuntary pee. The door opened an' Jack came in, his face white as if he had done a terrible sin. Sorry faither it wisnae Alex that done this horrible deed, oh so sorry faither I wis stupid, Jack did 'onestly plead. It wis me as ah flicked a lighted match, oan blidy fire those curtains did catch. Aw a kid dae wis tae pull them doon oan the flair, an' smuther the flames wae the back o' that there chair. Noo , faither dinae explode,--- at aw, even efter aw whit he had saw. Faither said. Twa things saved yea Jack ma lad, an' fur those twa things you should be glad. First wan, yea admitted yer firey crime, saved yer wee bruther frae a hell o' a time. Second wan wis yer presence o' mind, actin' sae quickly whin yea were in a terrible bind. So ma lad, thank you for being so quick an' true, no punishment but a reward for you is due. Sadly for me noo baith have gone, but niver have lights so brightly shone:) The Auld Yin.

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