Tekst: Toneelstuk in het verwestvlaamst Engels
Ann sits in the hook of the chamber. She is striking Burts brook. The radio stands on. Suddenly she hears a lawight in the gang. The door goes open. There stud Burt. Ann:"Haha, there are you. It is becans tide. From where come you flierefloyter." Burt:"That goes you not on!" Ann is up her toot getrapped. She thinks she will fall fromherself, so she [...]