this morning

I woked up and felt this kennot be gud to feel so bad. I walked over to under mather's desk. then mather, whom was finally sleeping a bit on the zofa, herd her son (me) and opened her eyes. "Silly," come back to bed." "she" sed. Then she sed "ooooh" becawse she understood "poor mouse feels sik and went under tha desk to threw up on the flor NOT tha carpet." i did thrown up a bit on tha carpet but nobady ken notice so dont worry.

so she got up and got kleenex. she sed "poor monk. poor monk." then she wiped my mouf and put my bed down neer the flor.

however, i beleeve everybady should be brave and git right back on the horse. be brave. so let's talk aboot mine favourite and yours, dr. becker's bites. mine favrit are bison. they are free range. however, we ken ask "have i tried them all?" no, i havent not. mather beleeves i will eet all things but she says "do NOT spend money on him." buy him one and that is enugh. he is not a prince of the world and you are not rich. she is the boss. i just sit quietly while she decides all things in mine lafe. i must sign myself to this becawse i am lettle and not strong enough to take over.