Mama's a battwefeeld

Mama gode to da peepull doc an's she seemed fine wast nite, sept she wuz reelly reelly tired an' went to bed erly in da middwe ov wun ov her fayvorit moovies. It wuz cawled Sumner Went All. Dis mornin' it wuz vewy cleer she wuz not feewin' gwate. She wuz swower dan normull furst ov awl. Den she did not do her reglar stuffs. I fownd owt da doktor shooted her!!! (Weww, it wuz da nerse, but da doc tole her to). An' she shooted her too times!! Bofe arms ar hurtin' her an' she sed she feews wike a war iz goin' on inside. Dat mite be da hyoodje piww she habs to take awso. She twide washin' cwoze, gotted sweepy. Twide bwowin' leefs, onwy gotted haff way down da gwass.  Washeded dishez, but da masheen duz dat. Now its dinner an' I hope Papa iz cawshus. I'm not shur she noze whut she iz puttin' init. Den dey goze to PT fer Papa - good wuck! Hope dey have a cot fer her to sweep on!. Ennyway,
Layter,

Arfur