Ware to start? Hmm..Ok. Furst, Vito an' me wuz naggin' Mama to cut owr grass cuz it wuz tikklin' ware it shud not tikkle. So owt she went to cut dem an' den get reddy to go owt. Now in da mornin' she habbed bin to da dr. hu gaved her stuffs cuz she haz azma. She wuz awl reddy an' went an' cutted doze grasses. Some time wile she wuz mowin she gotted bit by sumfin' - she fot it wuz a bee. She goed owt wif Papa an' frendz dat nite an' came bak wif a big ol' egg on her hed. Now after a zillyun doktor vizits an' awl kindsa medissins, she iz finilly gettin' bedder cuz dey figgered owt it wuz no bee. It wuz a spyder. Now Mama HATES spiders an' da thot ov wun on her fase still iz givin' her da creeps, but she must brusheded it off after goin' under a tree an' wen she did dat, it bited her.. It swelled up her hed, her eye, her fase wuz funny feelin', her eye gotted a feckshun, she did not luk gud at awl. Ackshully, Frankenstine coms to mind...Vito an' me seed da moovie. She is startin' to luk mor like Mama agan, thank gudness. But still dere iz eye medissin, hed meddisin, big hyoodje bandades, let me tell ya, it iz pritty groosum. At leest she iz leevin' us alone - no baffs, or no udder stuffs cuz she hazta fix herself furst. She tried to do bofe, but den her hed wud hurt, so we gotted offa da hook. Whew! But pritty soon sheel be bak to da ole rooteen an' den it's bak gettin' awl dat attenshun - gud an' bad. But hey! She gotted us reel big cukkies to make us feel not neg leckted an' I kin liv wif dat!
Later,
ARfur
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