Grate Tits!

Now that the snoow is coming back ma Mum gets worreed aboot the burds in the garden, cos they is not gettin eenuff to eet. So ma Mum always puts food oot fur them in the shape of balls. She says the burds like balls! One day ma Mum says shee seen a rite odd burd in the garden and shee didnae ken wit type it wiz and she fott it wood be a good idea to bye a book wiff picktoors of burds in it so she wood ken wit all the burds were called. Thats a cool idear ah fott, cos ma Dad also likes looking at picktoors of burds. Butt what we didnae bank on wiz ma Dad's knowledge of burds espeshally of Tits. Noo wate wan minit, let mee eggsplane!!! One day ma Mum and Dad wiz lookin oot the windae and ma Mum spots an odd burd and shee says to ma Dad "look there is that odd burd". Ma Dad didnae see the burd that ma Mum was pointing at and said "that is a Grate Tit!!!". But see mee, ah fott he said to ma Mum 'dont bee a grate t...'! Mollee wiz pure laffin her head off. Ma Mum looks at ma Dad and says wit do ewe kens aboot Tits, and he says he pure new the difference between a Grate Tit and a Bloo Tit. See mee ah wanted to stick up fur ma Mum, cos ah kens that ma Mum kens the difference beetween them too!! Mollee says am no aloud to tells ewes how ma Mum kens the difference, but what a want to know is how ma Dad kens the difference. If ah find out ah will lets ewe ken, but that is an udder troo storree frum me big Presley. xxxx