I’m reading a book called Saint Julian by somebodysomebody Jr. It’s not technically Scotiah but sometmes I read it alloud to myself and I can’t help but do it in a Scot/Wales/Scandinavian accent. The way I stutter my D’s is really ridiculious.
“Willy was a rather unusual snake, for he was fond of reading. Snakes don't usually care much about books, probably because they haven't any hands to hold them with. But Mr. Tweedle had a sort of reading stand on his desk, and if he propped a book up on it, Willy could turn the leaves with his nose.” -- Walter R. Brooks,