Mews, Pita heer,
Well dis mew year be berry bery stwange...
furstus it were cold Iys not gonna goze outsides eben wiff my furz on! den it warmin up and it waineded raineded and raineded! weeze gotted a bigg ol' lakers ware da metal monstars rest!. Iy meens bigs enuff fur wales!!!
den a big windy storms cames frew and blooed it to da nayburs, lol. Now it be colers a gin and eberyfing is slikkers den...well slikkers den poo on a lionolum flore, mol. Mama Andi say it gud fing Iys glot clawzies and misheded hse hads sums...hers gotted a stik wif metal clawzies sews hers not falls.
it gotted sews cold dat mama Andi puleded out da heetin fing. It smaller den be but it make warm aer blew ebberywares in da rooms, mama Andi laff at meeze cuz Iys lays rites in frunts ob it and it sews warms! make my art-ritis feel betters. Mama Andi say Iy gotsa share but Iy not gonna, mol. Nots mobin til din din times!
headbonks pita
(kissy kisses to my missus Tita)
