At bwekfist on dis day, I sat rite nex to Papa like I awlways do. Ebery now an' den, he gibs me sumfin' reelly gud - wike bakin or toste or eben a waffull. Sumtimes he gibs me sum eggy, too. (Rubbing head on rug...) How ebber...I fink I gotted too close dis time. (Scratching ear and rubbing head on tablecloth,,,) Papa wuz fixin' hiz baygull dat he habbed Mama cuk in da pan wif budder after she tosted hers inna toster. I gotted in reeeeeellllyyy close to see if I cud steel a bite an'.....YUKKKK!!!! Whut wuz dat??? Sumfin' wuz on my hed dat wuz hevvy an' stikky! Papa jumpeded up an' gotted a wet towl an' rubbed me, but it did not awl leev! ICK! He tole Mama "Arfur habs hunny on hims hed." Hay! duz dat meen dat beez are gonna luv me? NO WAY!!! I don't wanna luv no beez! (Running around the rug dragging his head...) I nebber fot I wud say dis, but, "Mama!! Gib me a baff!!" Whut do yu meen yu gots no time now? I wanna baff! WAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Take dis hunny offa mine hed! Wate! Wuz dat a fly?? NO NO NO - go away fly! Shoo!! SHOO!!
I goin' owt da doggy dore to see if gwass wiww take dis offa my hed...or mebbee da doggy pool.
Later,
Arfur
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