Fired

Vito an' me bin fired.  Mama spent da day sandin' an' sandin' an wipin' an' blowin' on owr pikky nikky taybul.  She let us watch an' help now an' then wif owr tales.  Later she went owt an' started to wipe it wif a brush an' sum stuff dat wuz wet.  It smelled diffrunt.  We wanted to sniff it, mebbee eben tayste sum.  Mama kep sayin' "Shoo!"  "Away frum heer!" An' she huffin' an' puffin' an' eben brakin' a widdle swet tippin' it ober an' turnin' it a rownd....and "SHOO! dawgonnit!"  LEEV IT!!"  Da dredded command.  Leev it iz da big wun.  So off we went playin' in da leefs an' layin' in da sun - but...golly it smewwed sooooo gud we jus' hadda com bak an den we gots da stuffs on owr puddies an' Mama sez "don't trak dat in da hows" an' den, "SHOO!!"  Den she sed da helpers wuz fired.  Us.  Fired.  Whelp, az long az she lets us watch...