Stwange days

We bin habbin' stwange days heer at Camp Arfur. Mama an' Papa hav bin bizzy an' happy den sad an' still bizzier. Furst der wuz da big red trackter dat Papa putted on weels an' taked away. He camed bak awl happy an' wifowt it, but wif da weelz to get it agan. Mama sed he taked it to werk to show it. Dat maked him happy.

Den der wuz messidjes an' wots ov teers. Vito an' I cud not take away doze teers eben. Den we heerd dem tawkin' dat Unka Tom wented away to hebben. Whut iz hebben? Mama 'splaned dat it wuz ware he cud vizit wif God an' Jesus an' his papa an' mama. Dat he is not sik dere an' it is bootyful. Isn't dat da bridje? Mama sed dat we cud say dat cuz dat iz whut we under stand. So we gonna spend a cupple dayz wif dem comin' an' goin' agan. An' dere will be teers an' der wiww be vizits but Unka Tom iz not hurtin' enny mor so frum owr poynt ov vyoo we wiww see him agan. Jus' not heer. Dis iz very sad fer da hoomans. Dey wiww miss him a lot. He wuz funny. He wuz smart. He wuz reelly speshul. He iz on da nex' jurney. Now Mama an' Papa need to be dere fer Antie Janet an' Gramma. Dey wiww miss him most ov awl.

Now abowt my brudder...cud sumbuddy teww him to kwit chewin' on my noze???

Dis is Tom, Papa an' Janet