It was a bright an peaceful day in a small city in the middle of the Carrybean Sea. In the open markit, peoples was buyin fish fer dinner an talkin about how the weathr was much worser last year. Ther was eevn som peoples singin "tralala" which just goes to show that peoples don't know very much about omenz.
Suddenly a shot rang out. Everbody screamed. Ther on the top of the city walls, was a bandit. Yu could tell cuz he was wearin a mask, an most honest folks don't wear masks cept at Halloween, which is in October, and this was May.
"A bandit!" they yelled.
"I'll have all your fish!" he shouted below, putting his blunderbuss away and pulling out his shiny sword. He swished it in the air, leaving a faintly shiny R in the morning dew.
"Not our fish? What do you want with our fish?"
"It is very fresh, is it not? That is best for travellin when you don't has referidgitatayshun."
The fish monger looked suprized. "I don't have refredigit--what you said. All I has is this ice box."
"An ice box? What ho! Then I shall has that too!"