Today at Sunday School Mrs. Pearson beed teachin' us 'bout there used of beed sick peoples what was called leopards a long time ago when Jesus were just a fella. An' everbody beed mean on them leopards an' tole 'em, yous git outta here, acause they was so catchy. 'Cept for Jesus weren't mean. He goed 'round fulla miracles an' tole 'em go on home sonny, you is all better now. We besided for to play Jesus 'n the Leopards at recess, an' Clive sayed, Georgie, you looks like a good Jesus. Scabby Doyle hadda beed the leopard. So I were walkin' all floaty holy crossed the yard for to save Scabby an' next I knowed, them boys beed poundin' me with snowballs. An' they was laughin. At Jesus. I were screamin', yous is gonna GO TO HELL! That bees right when Mrs. Pearson tugged on my ear an' sayed what she bees gonna tole Momma what I were cussin' on Clive. Which, that maked me laugh. A course Momma already knows what me 'n Clive bees cousins!