You sorta have to say it out loud to get it

You’re lookin at me like I shouldn’t oughtn’t ‘a’ gone there,” I said to my lamp, Lucia.

She looked at me with an expression that is nearly impossible to describe, a sort of prim and sly “if the shoe fits” kind of thing.

Indeed I shouldn’t oughtn’t ‘a’,” I said, collapsing in laughter. “‘Help, Mr. Wizard!’ … how would you describe it? 'I don’t wanna be a rggnnnflgghhhht anymore!’”

It’s fun being brujaja.

I’m just sayin’.

So how was it?

Clip clop clip clop neighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh whinny plop plop.

Too much grain.