Tattle Tale Tuesday

Ppppsssst! Duya wanna no a secrit? I stowle
the camerwa and tooks some verwy interwesting
pikchores uv Lorwd Jaderws. She is not awll
dat she seemz...it's time dah troof was wevealed.



Foyst, I was jus siddin mindin my own bizness,
wen owd uv dah bloo she starwded makin fun
uv me...

(sticking out tongue) "Nyah, Nyah, yourrre

a stupid woofie, Kona, you can't catch me!...

Oh yeah, do the tummy dance --dut, dut, dooo dooo!"

"Ooh Weally? Go on Jawde..." (She dunnot no

dats I had duh camerwa...) "Sho me sum morwe..."

(Dis is wen it starwded to git imbarwassin...)

..."Ice, Ice, Babeee..brrreak it dowwwnnn.."

Wooo Hooo, wen did she learwn tah muv likes

dat? Hyeah, Hyeah, I dun tolded you she

wuz not awll she seems.

( Oh, dah lidell stickee poyson siddin wif me gots

sumfin wong wif herw cuz herw teefs keeps on

fallzen owt.)