affur heering a noise in da hawl, Franci wolls offur an goes back to shleep. At lasht hur eyes opun an she sees a bit uf sunlite behind da winnow shade. She sits up, "dats funny", she finks. " We on a twain but we not moofing." She gets up an goes to da winnow. "Oh, my, wook at awl dat shnow." She shiffurs a bit an begins to dwess. "Doodness, it haff pasht eight", she meows lookin at da cwock. Finaly she steps into da hawll and heads fur da dining cawr in surch uf bweakfast. She enters an wooks wound fur a tabul. Da onwy seat ish wit da elegant kit wit da monocul. She sits down an picks up da menu while da waiterkit pours hur a cup uf nip tea...
Suddenwy awl heads twurn toward da door. Da elegant pwincess kit storms into da dining cawr. "I want to speak to someone in awfurity, IMMEDIATLY," she demands....da conductur steps furward, "Madam, what is rong?" he asks. "Rong, rong yu meow? I'll tell yu wats rong, my ruby ish gone!"
"Utho," Franci meows to hurownself, as a hush fawlls offur da room.
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