S'pose you'll ketch our fish now?
Mind chopping off some o' that sheep while I hold it on the block ?" "I?
No," said Nic.
"That's your sort!" said the man, lifting the half sheep from a hook fastened in the beam overhead.

"Emmygrunts does anything.

I want you to chop off that lyne, and then cut it in three bits for the dogs." "Then you don't only give them bones ?" said Nic.
"Gives dogs what we've got plenty on.

It's mutton now.

We don't want this to spyle.