Cabeen Feebhair

Today when the Wooman came home she open' the slideen' door. Ees ard easy. Door ees stork. She ged eed open an' I say, Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarge!

My Gard. I hab been short orp por three days, man. Eed sorks, beegtime. The trees hab changed colour, the drorgs smell deefferen'...I need to keep tragh ob thees theen's.


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And, I need to make-a scratcha! I weel keel thees larg, I weel keel eet, I weel keel eet!

Ees dark orlee. Ees cole', too.

Bod. There ees a peeg. Een a blanket...