OK Here’s just some fun. The text is all Middle English, but I’m
betting you can read it with no problem.
There is nothing to be afraid of.
Go ahead. Try it.
Three
litel pigges eche hadde a hous—oon was straw, a-nothir was woode, the thridde
brikkes. A bigge, badde wolf desired
pigges to ete. He puffed att the hous of strawe; it felle adoun. The pygge escaped to the hous of woode. The two pygges thoughte the hous of woode was
stronge. The wolfe puffed harder; the
hous of woode corrumped. The two pigges
dashed to the hous of brikkes. The wolf
koude nat damage the brikkes. When the
pygges herde hym clymbyng the chimeney, they remoeved the lidde fro the soupe
seethinge in the harthe. The bigge,
badde wolfe plunged in-to the pot. They
hadde wolf soupe for soper & lived happi ever afftir.
--from the back cover of Who’s Afraid of Middle English?
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