Awl week Mama an' Papa wuz bizzy werkin' arownd da howse, da yard, da kitchin (yummy smewws) an' not payin' az much attenshun to us wike normull. Den der wuz wots ov fud an' da cooly boxes wuz owt, an' den Vito an' me wuz wokked owt of da howse! Boo!! Den, peepull started comin' an' my frenz too!! In a fwash, I bekame Arfur da host wif da most. I meeted evrywun at da dore, (or gate), I gweeted my houndy fwendz, I twied to control my pesky brudder hu spended da hole day tryin' to humpity dis reelly nise puppy. I maded fwendz wif da puppy an' showed him awl arownd da yard - eben my seekrit playses to hide. He reelly liked doin' da safari game.
Layter on, sumbuddy letted me in da dore. I fownd a dish dat smewwed reelly gud, so I dwank whut wuz inside. It made me shaky my hed fer a long time! And pukker up, too! Mama sed it wuz vinnegar salad dressin'. She laffed so hard I fot she wud cry. I gotta go rite now, but I hav mor to teww layter bowt dis holly day.
Layter,
Arfur
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