excluding bdfhkl, & capitals
angry wanton son says to pater ‘give me my part.’ pa agrees; son goes away. money soon spent on women, gin, wagers, very unwise encounters; overnumerousnesses...
everyone in country starving; son gets porcine post. wants to eat pig’s waste matter.
comes to senses; ‘my pater’s men can eat so it is time for me to return. my opening comment: no more is my name son; give me a way to earn my opportunity to stay…’
so starts a journey; yet even as son is a way away, pater runs to greet – gives coat, moccasins, ring, xx’s. gets servants to spitroast a cow; parties.
‘my son was gone yet is returning; son was quite unviva yet now is recovering!’
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