Yesserday I sad arn whad use' to be my lawn arn the terrace. Ees pathedeec. Use' to be grass an' nice lime green plantas. Now ees cole' stones agains' my forry pearson. The Wooman says I mos' wade. Wade por the son an' the sommer. So I wade.
In the meantime I chew the new leabes ob hor Japanese grass. She geds mad. She say, You maghe thees grass ogly por lader, Estorbo! So buy me cadgrass, I soyyest, polideboice.
Fine. I weell go to farmairs' marghet tomorrow, she say.
Fine, I say. Go!
Here below ees me an' the Japanese grass las' sommer. See below my chair ees my lawn!