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"Well the neets are fair drawin' in mate."
"Aye, it's a bit parky under me feathers t'day."
"It's reight silin it darn."
"Aye, ah'm fair stalled w'it. Winter's just rahnd t'corner I reckon. It's fair mucky t'neet."
"Yer reet there mate. Ah've nivver bin so starved."
"Ah blame them in t'ouse b'hind."
"Ow's that then?"
"That addle-eaded lot 'ant filled up t'feeders in two days."
"Ah, it's a bad job!"