We bin heerin' dis big noyz owt side. It iz wike sum buddy iz wunnin' acwoss da frunt ov da howse. Mama keeps wookin' owt, but nebber seez nuffin. Vito an' me don't eben get up frum owr nappies. We NO dat it iz nuffin' skewwy. But Mama - she iz goin' nutty. Evwy time da noiz happins, she goze runnin' to wook owt da dore twyin' to find owt whut it iz. Nuffin'. Dats whut we keep tewwin' her.
Ok, heew coms da noiz. FUMP!! fump fump fump BANG! Funka funka funka WHAM! Den nuffin'. Der she goze...wunnin' to da dore, wookin' owt - haHA!! Suk sess!! She seez whut iz doin' it an' az soon az she gets dwessed, she iz gonna fix it. Stoopid wodents!! An udder hard werd to say - skwewwewls. Not chikky munks. Da gway fings wif da fwuffy tales. Wen Papa wuz payntin' da howse, he taked off da gudders. Wun ov dem iz sittin' in Mama's rok gahdin an' iz up aganst da howse. Da fuzzy wodents ar runnin' along it, makin' it bump aganst da howse, den dey jump to da porch (da big sownd), den dey go bak an' duz it da udder way. So awl day long it iz FUMP!! fump fump fump BANG! Funka funka funka WHAM!! I fink da nex' "wham" we heer iz gonna be da end ov da wodent. Or at weest da wodent pwaygwownd. Skeeyooz me, gunna go bak to sweep. [ big yawn].
Nex' tyme,
Arfur
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