i was sik agin

lost night i frew up. mather says i am a real gent becawse i always get out of mine bed and away from the carpets and frow up on the flor. i went under mather's desk. and splash, it all came out. mather came to look. she saw nothing. why she can't see?
she felt bad due to the fact i retched and smacked my mouf around. "poor lil mouse." she said. she gave me gentle pets. but she did NOT cleen up a large pile of mine vomit. all night i slept beside it. i wish i could slep on warm, cool sand instead. with frash oshun air in my nose.

in the morning when mather got up, i went to look. still a large pile of vomit. now it had crusty sides on it. mather said "wot is my mouse lookin' at?" she looked. "o no!" "poor mouse!" she cleaned and cleened but it was all dried. now maybe we will have a stain for lafe on teh flor. my poor lil tummy. poor mouse. (me).