Awl winter wen der iz snow an' ice, da gate to da barn iz open fer plowin'. Gotes do not clime fru da ice an' snow...dey stay in dere widdle howse, or neer it. But it gotted warm an' Mama saw da woods wuz meltin' so she clozed da gate so da gotie wud not get owt. She wuz in a hurry to pik up Antie Torrie, so - cloze gate, start car, go down driveway, pull into road, drive away...OOPS!! Whut wuz dat??? Layin' in da front yard in front ov da big ol green tree wuz white - not a pile ov snow - it wuz Cheezit!!@#%^ Mama sed dangnabbit dat gote (not in doze werds) an' had to turn arownd da car, come bak, go in da howse, get da neerest fing a gote wiww eet (witch wuz Weet Chex), run owt, hunt down da gote hu wuz no longer layin' dere, chase her back into da feeld. Uh-oh. Mama habbed clozed da gate. Now she hadda manoover rownd dat gotie, up to her ankles in mud an' wadder, pull opin da gate wifowt loozin' dat gote, bribe her in, feed her da treets, den wade owt agan wifowt lettin' her 'scape.
Az she climed bak into da car, her feets were goin' skwish skwish an' she wuz awl wored owt, but da job wuz dun. Az she drove da car bakwards, Vito an' me wer watchin' frum da top ov da woodpile (we no dat makes her nervuss) an' we wuz laffin'!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Nuffin' borin' arownd heer! Wate till she gets home an' finds her unders in da bak yard snow bank! hehehe...
Who me?? I'll blame Vito ;)
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