“ᏓᏣᏓᏅᏖᏔᏂᏗ ᎤᏴᏥ ᏑᎾᎴ ᎤᏃᎸᏔᏂ ᎦᎸ ᎤᎵᏬᏨ ᎯᎨᏎᏍᏗ ᏫᎵᎻ, ᎩᎶ ᏳᏲᎸᎾ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ ᎤᎦᏃᏩ ᎤᏂᏑᎸᏓ ᎤᏂᏥᏍᏗ ᎤᎵᏍᏔᏴᏗ ᎦᎶᏙᏗ.
“You'll worry all right on a zero morning next January when Wilbur is dead and nobody comes down here with a nice pail of warm slops to pour into the trough.