Mama's Herd of Hummers

Lately, Vito an' me bin heerin' a buzzy buzzy sownd in owr eers wen we go owt da doggy dore.  Den we sit an' laff at da Pippicat cuz it iz buzzin rownd her - too!  Mama putted a boddel of red stuffs by da porch an' we heer dis buzzin' awl da time an' da red stuffs jus' disapeerz.    I don't smeww nuffin' an' I don't see nuffin'...jus' da buzzy buzzy itchin' rownd my hed.  Now Mama, she sits dere awl brite eyed watchin' sumfin'.  She stared at da saggy tree fer a loooooong time dis mornin'.  I cud not see nuffin'.  She sed, "Luk, Arf, dere iz a hole herd ov widdle hummers in da tree...awl sittin' on diffrent sticks!"  Well, she did not uze doze werds zackly, but yu get my dwift.  I cud see nuffin'.  I fink she wuz makin' it up!  But shur enuff, in a liddle wile dere wuz a buzzy fing by da boddel drinkin' da red stuffs.  Den an nudder buzzy fing on da udder side drinkin', too.  Awl ov a suddin' it iz a WAR!  We gots buzzy fings chasin' buzzy fings awl ober da place!  
WOW!  Dey iz vishus widdle fings.  I not goin' neer dat boddel - not me!  An' ya no whut?  Not eben da Pippicat bovvers dem cuz dey iz skerry!
Crooz nite tonite!  Yippee!  Tawk to ya tomorrow!

Arfur