AArrrrOOOO!! Arfur, heer. See? I yam still heer. Laytly fings hav bin stwange heer. We bin gettin' windfawws - wike stakes an' cheezyburgers, xtra kukkies an' stuff wike that, eben rides inna car. But in sum wayz we gettin' less - fer a sample: owr gwass. Mama wud not cut it cuz she sed it wuz too hot an' too dry an' she mite kill it. But de udder day she cutted awl da gwasses sept owrs! She bin weezy wately an' cud not do enny mor dat day. Den it rayned - a LOT! Now we fot she wud run rite owt an' mow. But NO. She made Papa a turnkey dinner in sted. So, we weminded her by waterin' da wood stove. Not such a gwate ideah, but I fink it put da fot in her hed. So a widdle wile ago, she clozed up da doggy dore, opinned da gate an cutted owr hay feeld...oh - I meen owr gwasses. I am pritty shur she figgered owt dat we do NOT wike gwasses dat tikkle owr wizzers. We reelly reelly don't wike dat. So we ar hopin' she gotted da messadj. No mor deep gwass. Ever. Gotsta go..Papa wiww be home soon wif hiz lunch box - an we gets whutebber iz weft!! YAY!
Til nex' time,
Arfur
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