"Don't you ever get bored?" she asked.
     What's bored? Bored is when you caint find something to keep you curious. So long as there's anything going on in the world, I'll never be bored.
     "But what's going on in the world? Nothing ever happens around here."
     She heard his scoffing laughter. You just aint looking for it. Or you caint see it. Or caint hear it. Or caint taste it or smell it or feel it. Why, there aint a moment goes by that something wondrous don't occur.
     "Like what?"
     Like a orange garden spider building her web. Or like the wind a-slewing through the cedars. Or the sound of them dogs afar off a-hrolfing and a-hrothgaring as they chase their game. Or the lightning bugs all over the meader at dusky dark. Or the fine smell of oak wood fresh cut. Or the sweet breeze that puffs from your nose when you're a-sleeping.

- Donald Harington, With