Frum Tor Agin

Deer Bad Laydee,

'Smee, Tor.

I wanted to talk to yoo agin abowt those things yoo bring intoo my howse.  Yoo nowe whut I meen.  Theese things.

Thees is new. 

I don't get it.  They wuz egggs, and now they is fuzzee and stinkee.  I not like them.

Dis my dissappprooval disaapprooval unhappee face.

Why yoo not let me eet them?  It wood be ovur quik.  I wood stalk them,

I is stelthee

Then put my fut in there like dis,

Oh no!  The bad man claw gets mee!

 And then SLUURP!

I is demonstraytin demunstrayteen showing yoo.

I wood bite them like dis bocks.  Yum!  All gone.

They bothur me, bad laydee.  They squeek like a toy, but yoo say they is not toys.  Huh?

Dat's all I's gonna say about dat.

But P.S-- Pleeze get rid of dis one, too.

Hee's big and not afraid of me aneemore.  In fact, hee peks my face.  Ouch!  The horrur!

Oh, and I don't think hee shoold wach TV.  It will rot his brayn.

Frum,
Tor