Mom Mom edited two books, so she ignored you and she ignored Franklin and me. We have not been fed or petted in weeks. Or perhaps months.
|Mom Mom neglects me.
When Mom Mom came home, she said that she and Willy Dunne Wooters could not stand the odor emanating from the area rug in the living room. She and Daddy Dunne Wooters told me that the ammonia coming from the rug made their eyes burn and it was MY fault. I did not and still do not know what this statement meant.
|This is what I say to Mom Mom
and that Daddy Dunne Wooters.
|Get over it, Mom Mom.
And I tell you that Mom Mom is NOT the real
I am glad the rug went to live in another house. It was ugly. (And Cheap. So Cheap!) (Bad Taste!)
Now the floor in the living room is made of wood. Sometimes when Mom Mom goes out, she comes home to find a puddle. Mom Mom says if I continue to leave puddles on the floor, I will have to go in the prison cell while she is gone.
I think I shall make two or three puddles the next time Mom Mom is gone because when I go in the prison cell, I get my Kong. It is always frozen and has peanut butter inside. (Delicious! So Delicious!)
Ha ha on Mom Mom.
That is all. Goodbye.
|Mom Mom is The Queen of Grammar,
but I am The Queen of This House.