Attempts to resolve the Quandary:
1
"But Maw." wailed wee Jeremy Murray, "am urny a four-flusher, please dinnae pit me ower the sawpit! there's a embargo on treating wee weans sae harshly, ye wudnae oss me sic a thing, as God's ma Judge, me an ma pals didnae realise wur ba' wud muddy the sheets, it wis a unforeseeable consequence but wull learn fae wur transgressions an gie a solemn undertakin never tae repeat it, ah swear, Maw!" and his dear mither took the wee loon in her airms, stroked his tooselled hair, an showered him wi smackers: "ye cannae help yersel pet," she crooned, "ye micht hae swallied a dictionery, but yer still ma ain wee laddie!"
(by MissTeriWoman)
2
It wasn't until we were standing ready at the sawpit that day, that the four-flusher informed us of his intentions to place an embargo on all our products as from that morning, a statement that did not oss well for any of us.
(by OldRawgabbit)