Oohoo, nize baby, itt opp all the cheeken zoop so mama’ll gonna tell you a Ferry-Tail from Keeng Mitas…
… So wan day he was wukking opp witt don in de godden so he was tinking so, “Hm – wot could I do, dot I should hev it ivvin more yat from wot I got?” (mmm – dot salfish critchure). So he was interropted by a leedle Ferry wot it was stending in de front from him witt a Magic Want.
So de Ferry sad, “You Keeng Mitas???”
So de Keeng sad, “So wot is??”
So de Ferry sad, “I’m a Ferry wot I could grent you wot annything wot you’ll weesh so’ll be foolfeeled de weesh!!!” So de Keeng sad, “Wot kind bunco-steerage game you call dees, ha? You got maybe some goot-for-notting Hoil Stocks wot you want to sell it, ha, maybe? Odder a petent carpet-swipper, odder maybe a phuny Gold mine yat, ha!! Try batter by Old Keeng Cole, not by me – Goot hefternoon!”
So de Ferry sad, “Hm – you werry septical poison, ha? Soppose wot you geeve me a hopportunity I should conweence you!”
So de Keeng said, “Ho K, I weesh wot averything wot I touch it, it should turn into gold.”
So he was holding in de hand a spectre, so de Ferry gave him a tree times a tep witt de Megic Want – so he gave a look – so it was by him a solit gold spectre in de hend!! – Noo, noo! – So don’t esk!!!