Today when I beed a horse 'n buggy runnin' round and round, somebody sayed inside a my ear, careful what you doesn't crash, George. And guess what? I crashed. Then I heared, I tole you so, Georgie. I sayed, does that be You, God? But it weren't God who beed talkin' in my ears. It beed my new friend Reggie. Reggie knows all kinda everthin', and we played all the afternoon. Momma tries a say what Reggie bees all maginary, but he ain't. I never even ever heared of a name of Reggie afore, so how  come does I calls Reggie Reggie if I never knowed 'bout Reggie? He bees real. Reggie sayed what maybe I maked a maginary Momma inside a my head; but, prawly not. She bees too loud for to be betendin'.