“Ja nee, but you doesn’t got chickens”
“Ja” he started to chuckle, “The ou with the bakkie, he had chickens. He mos gave me one for my dinner.”
“Ah, so I have to get some chickens then do I?”
“Nay” he laughed, “Daai chicken was an olympics, he saw Tant Sannie coming with a moerse groot butcher’s knife and he took off like a toasted cat. Net so.” he made a woofing noise through his lips and flung his arms up so fast he almost lost his balance. My cheeks hurt from laughing.
“Maar daai chicken was no metch for my Sannie. She tackles him like Bullet Dalton, Fwap! doer val die chicken plat! We nearly ate chicken pancakes.”
“Enough Sam, my tummy hurts!”
“Ja maar its good to lag nê.” …