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The young lad had such a drouth that he fumbled his glass of water, spilling it all down his front and leaving himself drookit.
His Mum, already in a thrawn mood, had had enough and soon the poor boy's shorts and pants were in a fankle at his feet.
Warily he watched her unhook the tawse from a nail on the back of the scullery door...
Excellent stuff! Hope you're going to finish this story in Scots.

We need to get in 'dreich' scunner' and 'redd up' at least.
