Stoussie

It was a braw afternoon yesterday so the wean sat most of it on his bahookie, hiding oot in his wee club hoose. He had kitted it oot in gallus style with rugs and throne, jorries, boodle bag, chocolate digestives and bottle of ginger- a stoater of a secret den- unco braw! I heard him blethering to himself and at times felt quiet bamboozled about what was going on inside especially when it shoogled so. Occasionally l saw a keek of breek or shank but mostly l just listened with my lug to his gab. I even held ma wheesht when he came oot to plouter aroon and when he went birlin doon the path! At least he’s no like the big yins yet - plain gyte and oot roamin – he’s still just oor ain wee poke-shakkins.
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