Ok, da last wun wuz sucksessful, so I figgered I wud try agan. To make a long story short, I only gotted a sock an' did not get to choo it an' Vito, well, take a lissen.
Mama hangs her pockybook on a hook in da kitchin along wif her keez an' stuff. Fer jus' dis wun time she putted her noo fuzzy gluvs on top. Wen Papa lef fer werk, she seed dat dere wuz only wun gluv dere. OH NO! she sed. My gluv!! She ran an' lukked in da bak yard- no gluv. Lukked in da hole intire downstares - no gluv. Now sheez werried.
{puffin' owt chest} I hav eeted da fingers owt of a zillyun pares of gluvs - most ov da time garden gluvs. I speshully like doze bloo rubber gluvs dat com in a box cuz dey choo wike bubbul gum an' I kin hewp myself (Papa leevs dem arownd awl da time). So Mama wuz xtra werried cuz deez wuz her nooest, warmest gluvs an' a storm iz a comin'. So she sed bye bye to Papa, den came in by da 'puter, abowt to feed doggies awl ober da USA, an' she patted me on da hed, den wawked ober to pat Vito who wuz on da sofa. Wif hiz chin on da gluv. OH WOW! She sed! WHEW! She reelly lukked owt cuz Vito wud not let me hab it. He duz not choo fings, he slobbers dem an' rubs awl ober dem. Oh well, nex' time I mite be lukky. Dis time it wuz Mama hu wuz lukky.
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