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[Alan Folsom]

Dis are Chumley-
 
I gotz new friends!  When da windz blows dey run acrost da yard, an I 
chasem!  Daddy sez dey called leafs.  When I catchem I bring dem inside, 
but then they don run and play no more.  I don no why.  I gotta nudder 
new toy, too.  It a bell on da fron door.  It was there before, but I 
didn't no bout it.  Daddy would ring da bell when we went out.   I don 
no why.  Now if I ring da bell, daddy take me out!  Sometimes I go out 
and pee an poop, an daddy say I so good.  But when daddy takin a nap, 
and I bored, I can ring da bell.  Den da daddy get up and take me out to 
see my friends the leafs!  I play wid dem, but daddy not so happy then.  
I don no why.

We went to skul and lernt a new game about da leafs.  It called "leaf 
it".  Daddy put da bikket on da floor and say "leaf it", and I NOT 
sposed to chase it!  Dats stupid.   It not a leaf it a bikket, an what a 
bikkit for but to eat?   If I don chase it, he give me a bikket from da 
udder hand.  I not dumb, he say "leaf it" an I look for da udder hand.  
He say "good boy" and pet me, and den I grap da first bikket which are 
still on da floor.  I pretty smart, learn dis game good, catch all da leafs.

Leafs are funny things.  Sometimes dey run and play, sometime dey 
don't.    Sumtimes I can chasem, sumtimes not.  Sumtimes dey call 
bikkets leafs an I not sposed to eat em, but dey still bikkits.  
Sumtimes I ring da bell and go out, an I a good boy, sometimes I ring da 
bell an go out and da daddy not happy.  Dis all hard for a buppy to 
understan.  I gotz to sleep about dis.

Dis are Chumley, sleep ont.