Oreo ties a scarf round hur neck an pulls on hur jackie. "Vesterrrrrrrr, awrn't yu weady yet? Yu gettin shlower an shlower effery day." Vester clomps down da stairs and meows, "I'm coming , I'm coming, sheesh can't a fellah take his time in da litterbox?"
"Meeheehee," Oreo giggles. "Otay, I gesh yu can, deer. Now come on, times awaistin. We gots lots to do today."
The gwass cwunches beneath der paws ash dey head akwoss da yard towards da woods. Da air shmells fwesh an cwean. Vester sniffs the air, "shmells wike shnow."
"Shure does," Oreo agrees. "We better huwwy."
Dey kwickly enter da woods an wook awound. "Otay, yu get da walnuts an pecans, an I get da filberts an almonds," Oreo meows. "Race ya," she yells as she scampers kwicly up a twee. Vester skampurs up his own tree. Dey kwikly fwill der baskets wit nuts. A pair uf skwirruls chatters at dem fwum a nearby bwanch. "Don't worry," Vester meows to dem, "der awr pwenty fur effery."
Finawy, baskits fwilled, Vester an Oreo meet at da bottom uf da twees. "Otay," meows Oreo. "Now lets check da cwanbaby bog an da currant bushes. Den I fink we weady fur da kitmas baking."
Dey fwill sacks wit da berries an finawy start off fur home. Ash dey cwoss da field da fursht shnow flakes stwart to fawll. Oreo sitcks owt hur tongue to catch dem, laffin an gwining wike a kittlin. Dey huwwy akwoss da yard an into da house, depositing der sacks an baskits in da pantry. "Vester, why don't you go start a fire fur ush an I make sum hot chocorate an we can sit an watch da shnow fawll."
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