| Doric - DOR |
there wis doubtin talk in the | Bruntland | Arms. There were sceptics mak |
| Doric - DOR |
A few days later, also in the | Bruntland | Arms, the same crowd were col |
| Doric - DOR |
act tae mony a drinker in the | Bruntland | Arms that, on the very night |
| Doric - DOR |
is then that those leavin the | Bruntland | Arms sensed somethin wis awry |
| Doric - DOR |
ist hid been birthed upon the | Bruntland | Hill, an for a few weeks the |
| Doric - DOR |
Lewis, the dumb ghillie o the | Bruntland | Lodge. |
| Doric - DOR |
is – the dumb Ghillie o the | Bruntland | Lodge, wha, in a mixture o sc |
| Doric - DOR |
ir tae say the majority o the | Bruntland | Arms regulars felt Abbie hid |
| Doric - DOR |
the clouds bloutert ower the | Bruntland | Hill like a pregnant black ma |
| Doric - DOR |
incaid wis the barmaid at the | Bruntland | the nicht Abbie Reid made his |
| Doric - DOR |
Fortean Times headit, Cat of | Bruntland | : Fact or Fiction? |