Awl week Mama bin wippin' an tarin' da kitchin apart. She bin fillin' bags an' bags wif ode fuds, ode pwastik stuff, ode dishiz- she fiwwed FREE twash cans wif stuffs. After awl dis werk, she finewy has a kitchin cownter, wots ov cabinit spayses, no mowses, an' a smile. Whew! we gots tard jus' watchin' her! Den she hit da clozits an' fiwwed fore - cownt 'em wun, too, free, fore - FORE bags ov ode cwoze fer gud will. WHEW! Whut a bizzy bee! She wored us owt. We ackshully wet her sweep at nite, too.
Till last nite.
Furst we wud not com in frum last cawl. She camed an' got us. Den, we went owt agan after wast cawl an' Vito waz woofin' hiz hed off! Mama went to da front dore to see if sumwun wuz in da drive, but nope - but da naybor's yappy widdle weener dog wuz yappin' away an' we wuz woofin'!! BIG TIME! Mama sed we awl mus' be woofin' at eech udder, brot us in an' cwozed da doggy dore an' sent us to bed.
Dis mornin' wuz da sprize. Yesterday Mama fiwwed awl da birdy feeders. Wen Papa weft fer werk dis mornin', he sez "ware ar da feeders?" He wawks up to da dore wif wun ov da feeder hook fingys - bent wike a pwetzel an' no feeders. Da udder hook iz GONE - feederz an' awl. He wawks into da bak ov da howse neer owr fence an' dere it iz - 3/4 inch iron bent wike a pees of sketty. Now we wuz twyin' to teww her wast nite but she wud not wissen to us. She cud hab saved it awl if onwy she pade attenshun wen we tole her da bare wuz owt dere. But NO. So dis mornin' we wuz reel kwiet. Did not eben bark fer owr bwekfist. Ya no whut we iz sayin?
Tode yu so!
Mebbee nex' time she wiww wissen to us. Mebbee.
Arfur
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