Swiftcurrent Creek A tisket a tasket

Sun spark tsked under his breath, A'ways in a hurry are ya m'boy. Dat dere is never good. I do not have any bizzness. I am merely here to offer healing or a story or just pass da time with pleasant conversation. I'm dying you see old age, it will get you ever'time and I'd like ta meet as many new faces as I can befo' I meet my maker. How 'bout you? did you do all you want befo' you die? It goes by fast life an' it could be seconds or years.

Sun chuckled to himself, the boy probably thought he was a right old codger about three sticks short a bushel, but it was okay. He found as time progressed and he got closer to death, he didn't really mind if he caused a little stirring of the pot. After all life got pretty boring if it wasn't eventful.