Once upon a time in rural Scotland, me and me mum were watching the telly, a show about Scottish folks. The man was making us laugh with his thick accent and funny jokes.

The man on the telly was wearing a kilt and playing the bagpipes, much to me mum's delight. She said, 'Ah, that reminds me of the old days, lad!' and we laughed together.

Suddenly, the telly went dark, and we couldn't see a thing! Me and me mum panicked and tried to fix it, but nothing seemed to work. 'Oh no, the telly's broken!' me mum exclaimed in her thick Scottish accent.

We decided to call the local repairman, a jolly fellow with a big bushy beard. When he arrived, he said in his strong Scottish brogue, 'Aye, let's have a look at this wee beastie of a telly.'

The repairman tinkered and toiled, muttering to himself in Scottish lingo. After much ado, he triumphantly exclaimed, 'There she goes, good as new!' and the telly sprang back to life.

Me and me mum cheered, grateful for the repairman's help. As we bid him farewell, he said, 'Tis a pleasure, lass and lad. Remember, dinnae fash yersel' over the telly!'

From that day on, whenever we watched the telly, we remembered the day it broke down and laughed about the jolly repairman with the thick Scottish brogue. It was a tale we'd never forget.