‘Listen ‘ere youngster. Come hear what old Marsden has to tell you. There be a witch who lives at the bottom of the ocean, with seaweed for hair. Her skin is green and she wears nothing but her skin I tell you. When she’s mad she runs along the sea bed and makes the waters treacherous.’
‘Is old Marsden at it again with his tales about that sea hag? Ha! The drunken old crank.’
‘Aye Marsden shut that lying yap o’ yours before we shut it for you.’
‘It’s true! True! I tell no lies! Heed my warning: she lives.’
©DJA 2016
The Angry Farmer 