<div>MomPerson workin on a neglice. Hunh? Necklice? Oh Llewis you gotta be so rite alla time. n e c k l a c e.</div>
<div>It like a collar for peepels. We dont were no collars scept when we goin out so I donit nose why peepels weres dem. Silly peepels.</div>
<div>Enyway she bin wating to werk on dis speshul won for a long time. She had summa da parts for ober too yeres. !! She tooked time to feed we and led we ousside, and den da weeeiirdist fing happent!</div>
<div>Da skie open yup an me an Llewis we gettin hitted wif hard white balls! Not big nuff to grab, an not small nuff not to hurt a liddel, and dere we be, standin dere in dis stoff whut we neber seed befour when da door fly open an MomPerson yellin GITINHEREOUTTADAHELL!</div>
<div>Whoa, we donit needa be callt twicet! Uncle Cooper Sir he half white! Look so (where he be, Llewis?) Ok-- look so funny.</div>
<div>It go way riteaway. Too bad. We thot mebbe itta new kinda snow whut we likes, but MomPerson say it be hell. Llewis whut NOW??? Oh. DAT's Hell??? Whoops. No No-- it be HAIL. Sorry.</div>
<div>MomPerson gotta teke da neckalace alla part again enyways, thurd time. She picky. (So are you, Llewis you knothed. Ha see you didint fink I culd spell knot, didja smardie?)</div>
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<div>Lub an Drool to all in need,</div>
<div>Nigel an Llewis (an MomPerson) Oh all rite.An Mr. Cooper Sir and Grampa Mitchell.</div>
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<div>nebber git ta do dese da way I want....</div>