"Zen long time my fader come to ze door, and vile he come, he say loud
ze vicked vords, and my moder know dot he have drunk ze beer. Quick ce
go to ze vindow, and ven ce see him, ce cry and ce bees afraid, and ce
not open ze door. Zen my fader tink he have not fine ze door, and he go
vay roun ze house, and tink he have fine ze door dare; and he strike,
and he pound, and all ze time he say loud ze vicked vords. Zen he come
back to ze door, and he strike it mit hees feets much times, and ven ze
door come open and he see my moder dare, he strike her dot ce fall on ze
floor mit ze baby. Ze baby cry, but my moder ce not speak, and ce not
cry. Zen my fader strike her much times mit hees feets, dot ce not open
ze door, and he go vay to get ze big knife, and he say dot he vill kill
her. Long time he not fine it; zen vile he come back he not see, and he
fall on ze floor, and some ze vay he get up and some ze vay he not get
up, and all ze time he say dot he vill kill, he vill, he vill! But all
ze time he not kill, he have not ze knife; and he have drunk too much ze
beer, dot he not get up. Zen long time hees head go down on ze floor,
and he sleep, and he make big noise mit hees nose.
"Zen I come out ze leetle bed, and I go on ze floor, and ven I come vare
my moder be, I sake her and I sake her, but ce not speak.
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