Today Vito an' me made up a challenj. We saw peepulls doin' a bucket game, so we gotted wun ov owr own. Evry day Mama goze inna yard an' scoops da poops into da bucket. So Vito an' me fot we wud make it a challenj by seein' hu cud put dere pile in da hardest playse to pik up. I went furst, an' putted my pile on a bunch o' leefs. It taked Mama a wile to get it owt ov dere, but not too long. Sheez pretty gud at it an' fwankly owr poopies are firm enuff to roll away frum da shuvel sumtimes. Vito's turn. He fownd sum fallen pine bwanches an' he putted his between dem den sckratcheded so the needuls an' da poopies wuz mixed up. OK. He wun dat wun. Nex' I putted mine neer da compost an scratched leefs ober it. She hadda werk at dat wun. Den it iz Vito agan. Dat widdwe raskal putted hiz on top ov a pile ov sticks!!! Wow! How cud I beet dat?!! Mama wuz sayin' sum not too pwetty werds gettin' dat wun. I satted on da porch plannin' how I cud beet dat wun. It wuz gonna be diffy cult. Awl ov a sudden I gotted a brillyunt fot!! I wented ober by da fense ware stiks had falled in da winter. Like Vito, I climed up an' putted my pile rite on top. Dats da same as hiz, yer sayin'. Dat's compy kat yer sayin'. Nope. Cuz den I taked my big ol footy an' putted it rite in da middul ov da pile. I sined it! Wif my puddy! An' heer coms Mama wif da shuvvel. "Now how da hek iz I spozed to get dat, Arf? " Did not wet her see me giggul. Vito, he wuz rollin' on da grownd. Cud not beweev she figgured owt how to get it...she pikked it up stiks an' awl. Vito an' me cawed it eben. We ar bofe genees wen it coms to foolin' Mama.
Until nex' tyme -
Arfur
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