Bitsy: Fur hevvin's sake, Samuall! It is getting dark already...the ceremony will be ofur befur we get there!

Sammy: I iz sorrie, butt I cannt goe anudder stepp. My feetz iz frrroze an I iz tyred an hungrey.

Bitsy: Well, I am all those things also! If you do not get a move on you will pay fur it dearly!

Sammy: OKay, I wil trye, and hoap we'll git dere in wun peace. (I reely wish I cud kwit dis jobb!)

Bitsy: Hop to it then, post-haste! (Sometimes I wish he would quit this job!)