Mr. Johan Pauls was rapt in conversation with his shekbenjel Charlie Wiens when they absent-mindedly wandered outside the hog barn and were heard speaking Plautdietsch all over the yard. Gruenfeld Police were immediately called the scene.
“What is this I hear about you speaking Low German on the yard and in the house?” inquired Officer Plett. “You know as well as I do that Plautdietsch is the language of the barn!”
Pauls couldn’t quite explain himself but promised that it would never happen again.
“Please have mercy on me!” he shouted in broken English. “From now on, I promise to keep my Plautdietsch to the barn.”
Officer Plett explained that he was also allowed to speak Plautdietsch to keep the kids from hearing his arguments with Anna and with his fellow farmers while consuming coffee at the local A and W.
“Otherwise, you know the rules!” said Officer Plett. “I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but you better watch yourself.”
Pauls later turned himself in to the police after muttering ‘Deiwel Devil Scinda’ during a particularly heated game of horseshoes that evening.