I is riting to yoo beecus the bad laydee can't tipe wif hur hurt fingr. So I steeled the majik boks, and now I is riting insted! Ha!
There is a cool ting I needs to tell yoo. I haz a soopur powur! Lemme 'splain.
|I is too boored to look at yoo. DAT'S how boored I am!|
I has been boored.
I is gettin big, rite? And I is needing things too doo. I can play in the day, but at nite, bad laydee and bad man not like me too play. Dey say, "Go too sleep, Tor!".
Wut??? Nite is the best time too play!
So, I takes matturs intoo my own paws. I
Pikchurs? Bonk! Gone!
Monee? Clankclink! Gone!
Eyedroppers? Bink! Gone!
But that makes too much noiz, dey say. "Stop, Tor!". That's wut dey say.
Sheeesh, peeple! I gots nuffing too doo!
So last nite I lerned a trik. Yoo nowe I like to clime, rite? Well, look at me now!
I climed all the way up and den sat up hi.
Den the metal thingy looked yum, so I bited it.
I thaut dat wuz prettee gud, and kinda quyet, but o no! Bad laydee and bad man yelld at mee! Dey say "Tor, get down! 'S ten thurtee at nite! Go too sleep!"
Well, I got a little mad den.
|See how mad? Reellee mad!|
'Cuz I not undurstand how comes I can't play. And I unleeshed my seecret soopur powur!
nyowm nyowm nyowm!!!
rowm rowm URRRRRRPPPPP!
I didn't nowe I had lazur eyes even untill last nite!
I is amayzing!!
'Stoo bad. I finks dat I will need to wurk on my soopur powur a littl bit too mayk it strongur.
Den bad laydee and bad man WILL melt!
Mebbee I will wurk on it laytur, tho. I is too boored now.