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The weathair ees berber' warm y now the caddle are geddeen' restless arn the roop. Ber' energeteec.  Also, the poossy Coco ees sormtime orp arn hor roop arn the order blarck, y she wabe to me. Hor Wooman attaches hor to leash so she can maghe bongeeyomp frarm roop. Poveracita. Ees true. I lighe to loogh ad hor. Bod I yam glad she cannar' to reach me. Porquewhy? I yam celibate. I yam a monk. A rancheen' monk. Weeth many caddle. I mos' remain pure por them.

Cruelty

I doan' onnerstan'.

The Wooman knows I lighe to ead the mangos. I LORB the mangos.

So she plants the forgheen' strawberries.

I doan' ead forgheen' strawberries.

I ead las frutas tropicas. Mango, papaya, eben kiwi. Also the ribe peach y plom.

So she plan' the blueberries y the forgheen' whide corrants. She plan's the blag raspberries.

Whad the forgh?

Whad does a cad hab to do to ged sorm edeeble fruit aroun' here?

Eberyworn say to hor, Ooh, whad a nice terrace you hab. So prrrrrreeedy! So small! So many plantas! Whad a cude cad!

Bod eed is USELESS! There ees northeen' I can forgheen' ead!!!! The cad is HONGREE!

Madre di Dios.

You know the Nuevo York forgheen' Times came to beeseet?

Deed they as' whyporquewhy there ees no mango tree???

NO!

Who trains these people?

I retire een deesgost to the roop.

Maybe I call The Nuevo York Pose'. I hab a scandal to sell them:

Een Brooklyn, where eberybardy has a farm y forgheen' cheeckens, nobardy, - n o b a r d y -  grows fruit por cats.

The sommhair ob Estorbo

Too hart to blarg.

My gard.

Who eenbented forr? I need to ornzeep my coad. Bod eed was made een China y the zeephair ees storck. Forgh. I knew I shoul' buy local.

I lorb the air carndeetioner. I feel como un oso polar (ees the wide bear whad leebs in the snow).

Also I lighe to sleeb onderneath the stone table while eed maghe-a storm.

Ad nigh' I waghe orp to ead arn the terrace weeth the yoomans.

Y then I ask to patrol my range. The Smoothman maghes corfew por me. Ees har' to farm ondhair thees carndeetion. The caddle are geddeen' freesky. They need deesceepleen.

Bod las' nigh I heear musica to my years. A cicada. Cronchee, green, deleecious. Lighe a lolly parp arn a hart somhair nigh'. I waid, I waid. I yam a patient cad.

Be prepare'

Thees ees a porbleec safedy announcemen':

You need plenty ob res'...

Ligh me: Een the afternoon I maghe nab arn the stone table to gather my strength.

Then I go to worgh. I mos be arn the Lookoud.

Yos een case. 

You nebber know...

...when you mighd be attagh'.

You mos' always be alor'.

Aware ob your enbironmen'...

Be ready (y taghe anorder nab).

Because eed coul' corm frarm a-a-a-a-a-a-nywhere.

You migh' eben be...sorrounded.

Too seghsy por my raspberry

Buenos noches.

Rebenge

I rounded orp two stragglers who foun' their way bag to the ranch.

I ade the reengleadhair.

I broughd the bardy ob hees righ' han'pawsheet claw hees lieutenan' to show the Wooman. The Smoothman ees nard speagheen' to me.

I doan' know why.

I weell nard tolerade eensorrection.

I gard no caddle

Problem:

Een the meedle ob my cadde dribe the caddle yomped sheep. Eento the dreenk. 

I hord worn ob them squeaghe as he yomped eento Nuebo York Harbor: Hasta la bista baby!

I thoughd maybe they woul' corm bag. 

Are they homeen' caddle?

Bod they are nard here.

Maybe they are een the catastrophe buildeen' ad the en' ob the blarck?

Hello o  o o o o o o o o o o?

I doan' know whad to do.

Weethoud my hord I doan' know who I am.

Who is Estorbo?

Y whad ees his porpoise in libe?