I waid, y I waid, y I waid.
Ad las', she say, Cad! You may ead!
So I ead! Ees deelicious!
Then she hide ead frarm me. Porquewhy? Ees my grass.
Ad nigh' I cry por my grass. While the yoomans sleeb I corcle the table como un shargh, y I maghe eep como Don Estorbo de la Bodega Dominicana.
She say I keell ead.
Bod ead is MINE to keell, I cry.
She say eed mos "recorber."
Forgheen' grass.











