[Dailydrool] Fun Nite with a Bad an concerns.

[Beverly Szaton]

Boy we did hab a fun nite lass nite, wif all kindsa chassin an hollerin an
flappin arms an stuff an lotsa ahroooing, too.
Lass nite we all goes ta bed. Me in my crate an Llewis in he crate an so on.
Got late. Got dark. Eberbuddy snoozing long  happily an den it start:

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr says Uncle Cooper sir. Dis wake MomPerson
rite up. She awake. She layin dere eyes wide open lissenin to
GRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
She not heppy. She hart start goin piddypat. She nose Uncle Cooper Sir he
nebber growl for no reeson. She lissning reel good an den she heers it:
flabbityflabbityflabbityflabbitywhoooshflabbity
An Uncle Cooper leep up an barkin now an MomPerson up an DadPerson come
runnin an Mitchell and MommaDog all boilin round wif DadPerson yellin what
is it what is it what is it an MomPerson say
It a Bad! It a bad! Dont hurts it!
(I still not sure whut a bad are. I thot it jus like bad dog and bad Nigel
gittinup on da counnter, but I guess it some kinder bird, too.)
DadPerson running roun swinging he arms in da air crazy like. MomPerson goin
roun turnin on all da lites, closin doors. Den she bring Mitchell and Cooper
an MommaDog to da puppyroom and shut da door and we no nose whut happent
affer dat, but we heers da front doors openin an MomPerson still sayin dont
hurt it dont hurt let it leeb let it leeb an we heering crash bang curse
from DadPerson an den it get reeeeeel quite.
MomPerson open da door to we room an tellin DadPerson see you no hafta
hurt'em, dey flies into da dark from da lite--they no likes da lite and
DadPerson tellin she
You'd say dont hurt it about a grape while shark, too. an he stomp back to
beds. MomPerson she laffin.

Ok but heers sumfin quereeyus mines wanna nose: whutsa "grape while shark"?
Llewis been lookin at grapes in dat word book an sumfin callt a
syklopseedeya all day an he most cunfused since da onlee grapes we sees are
dese liddel roun fings whut we nose MomPerson eets an nebber leeb we habe
any. We nebber seen eny loose inna house.  An are dey alibe? MomPerson eetin
libe stuff? I meen she poppem in she mouf whole. We talked bout it me an
Llewis an we nebber seen no eyeballs on em or nuffin. But we....well....we
kinder worried. She eet libe grapes, who nose whut she eet next, ya nose?

Nigel an Llewis wif concerns.
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