tha weel of forchun

It's funny how lafe ken be lake a grate big weel of forchun.

Forn example, todate had seemed rather fine. I had eeten Duck, Duck Goose fram Stella & chewedy freeze dried and wokked in tha perk with masked mam in tha sonshine. So far so gud.

I returned home wairever I jamped on Tawnayah whom had been outside mine bulding giving keys to Pap. Wot a surprised! Then I had gone up to see Pap witch felt grate. Then I settled in When all in tha sudden! Pap grabbed me and put me in tha tub wairever mam was weighting with a weapon—tha nu handbrause—and wan bottle of shampoo and conditioner eech.

Hell. Just lake that tha wheel of forchun dropped to hell. Scrub scrub scrub. All tha grate pollens and perk smells I had saved up into mine hares were gone in wan hartbeet. Mine liberty vanished with it.

However, it ended on wan gud note. Wance I had rolled around a bit, Mam pulled out wan sawed off half peenut butter jar forn me and emmalam to enjoy forn our trubbles. Isn't lafe krazee?

I hope you ken enjoy wan date. I'm going off into wan sonpatch to dried off.

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