Did medieval witches baby-talk to their familiars?
“Who be the finest rat in all of this hamlet? Be it thou? Be it thou?? Yes it be!”
Corollary question: did they come up with the same kind of brain-drivel I spit at my dog?
“I hath thine foot. It be mine now. Thou need’st the wheel of a very small ox-cart to replace thine foot.
Okay. I will lease thee thy foot, so thou no longer need’st the wheel, for I be very generous. Thou be welcome, small friend.”
Holy sh*t, I totally forgot to post this here. Oh well, better later than never.