Today ah ‘eard a noise so terrible it curdle mah blood.
Islamb, ‘oo iz a sheeps, was wandering around by ‘erself, when she suddenly let out a noise zat sounded like a big fog ‘orn.
(I know it sounded like le fog ‘orn because Le Uncle Persil zaid zo).
PAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRP it went.
What iz it? What is it? zey ask, iz it le revolution?
Look, said Islamb, zumzing is written on le salt lick!
Zey all ran over to have a look but by le time zey ‘ad all tried to decipher le ancient writings ‘alf le salt lick waz gone.
Az a French ‘orze, ah do not like Muslamb or Islamb but ah do get on well with Gollamb ‘oo iz le son of Islamb.
Ah zee ‘im and go over to talk to talk to ‘im.
‘e and ah ‘ave a good laugh about what ‘iz Muzzerr zound like.
And zen, in le middle of le chat wiz Gollamb, zon of Islamb,
mah Muzzerr bellows at me.
Son!, she yell, zo loud all life forms come to a ‘alt and look at ‘er… Of course ah too instantly stop what ah am doing, ah waz zure she going to tell us le end of le world was coming.