The Wooman send me peecs ob the cads een Canada. They are crazee, man. They lighe the snow! She say they stan' ad the glass door (yos like mine to the terrazza) an' beg to go oud. The Wooman say eed ees so cole' she die when she go ou'side. Bod the cads go yompeen oud. Beence played weeth them weeth meenee sowball and they chaze' them.
Aborf ees Mees Saphi (que?) the tabbi cad. She ees nine mornths an berber' preedy. I weesh she woul' beseet Nuebo York.
Below ees Senor Pachito arn the righ' weeth whide starckeen's.
My forr ees geddeen' all florfy yos lookeen' ad them. Loco, man.