Wots ov fings hav me finkin' lately. Wun iz my mama killin' meese. We hav whut yu mite cawl an invayshun. In udder werds, we iz gots wots ov meese. At furst, day wuz eezy to get in da twaps. Howebber, awl ov a sudden da cridders iz emptyin da twaps an chewwin da lids offa da peenut budder. Dis makes Mama cwazy. She hates da liddul poopers (dey leevs poops evwyplayse). She cant poyzun dem cuz da Pippicat eets dem. but she cant eet enuff to get wid ov awl ov dem. Now dat dey hav figgered owt da twaps, Mama iz finkin' mebbe der iz a gun widdle enuff to shoot da liddle buggers. Dat iz a big ol' NO. Nex fing yu no she wiww be dwoppin' ankers on dem. Eeeew.
Da nex fing I bin finkin' abowt iz -I fink my mama iz weerd. She takes us fer weelly nise wawks at diffwent pawks. Wun by a wivver, an nudder wun acwoss a wake, an eben diffwent wun nex' to a wake. I jus' cant figger owt wun fing. Wy duz she bwing home owr poopies? Az soon as we stop, she iz wippin' owt da bag, den she piks up da hole fing eben wif da leefs under it. Duz she luv us dat much dat she keeps dem? Iz dat wy she puts dem in a can in da bak yard too? She iz owt der evwy day scoopin' up da poopers. I fink dat iz stwaynje. Duz udder mamas do dat too?
Gotta west my bwane fer now. I gots mow fings to figger owt nex time.
Tiww den -
Aaaroooo!
Arfur
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So much to think about. Hugs to you.
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