Eed was my borthday.
The Wooman looghed ad the ole' blarg pose' frarm 2008 and' say, Estorbo?
Your borthday was arn the feefth. 5. Cinco. Coun' your feengers an' claws arn worn paw: FIBE.
You're keeddeen', I say.
No, she say.
Sheet, I say.
I though eed was the ninth. 9. Nueve. Two paws minus worn toe.
Apparantly nard, she say.
So...do I steel ged presends? I as'...
Jes, she say. Bod tomorrow.