“What’s your name? Why, it’s pudding and tame.
And if you ask me again I’ll tell you the same.”
Once there were a woman and she baked five pies. When they came out of the oven they was that over baked, the crust were too hard to eat.
So, she says to her darter.
‘Maw’r,’ says she, ‘put you them there pies on the shelf an’ leave ‘em there a little, an they’ll come agin’.
But the gal, she says to her self, ‘Well, if they’ll come agin anyway, I’ll ate ‘em now.’
And she set to work and ate ‘em all, first and last…
…Well, come supper time the woman she said, ‘Goo you and git one o’ them there pies. I dare say they’ve came agin now.’
The gal she went an’ she looked, tho’ she already knowd what she’d find ‘cos there warn’t nothin’ but the dishes. So back she come and says she, ‘Noo they ain’t come agin.’
‘What, not none on ‘em?’ says the mother.
‘No, not none on ‘em,’ says she.
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