So I eated Momma's bedspread today and now it bees my bedspread acause I wrecked it so bad. I tole Momma it beed a accident, but she just kept sayin', GIT, GEORGE, GIT! And all's I been doin' was tryin' to help her pick up alla white stuff. Then she sayed, oh, George, why you gotta be such a MORON. Which, that was very wrong a her to say that. I ain't a moron. I's a Boxer. She even bees the one what tole me that. Now I gots to hopes I gets a new blanket for Christmas.