Franci wooks wound. She shees hur weflekshun in a winnow. "Oh, my doodness," she meows. "Where am I? How did I get into dese stwange cwose?" she meows, "doh I muss meow I do wook pwetty shawrp in dem." She adjushts hur hat a bit an shmiles to hur ownself.
"Awllllllllllll Aboooooooard", da condutur cawlls. Franci wooks wound at da big bwoo twain huffin an puffin at da twack. "Well, why not," she finks to hurownself an steps on board.
She finds a ticet in hur handbag wit a compawrtment nummer on it. "Oh, der it ish rite der," she meows ash she steps inshide. She stands in da doorway watcdhing da offur passungers go by wooking fur der own compawrtments. "Oh, dat ladykit wooks wike a moofee stawr, ohhhhhhhhhh an wook at dat elegant ladykit offur der, she wooks wike royalty, shooooooooooo elegant. Effun has a maidkit wit hur. Awwwwwww, dat ladykit looks sho sad...oh, wunner who dat mankit ish, I not wike da wook uf him at awll...
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