Momma tole me all a time all a time, don't not eat gums offa the sidewalk, Georgie, that bees totalish deesgustin'. But today I seed a big pink juicy hunk a gum what I just hadded a had; and so I hadded it. But I broked a tooth gettin' it, and Momma bees mad on me again. She sayed what I looks like a backwoods cycle path. Which, I hardly doubts what I's gonna get runned over by no bicycle just acause I gots a broke tooth. I tried a show Momma what my broke tooth bees a built-in whistle now; and I sayed, don't that bees fun, Momma? She sayed, they ain't nothin' funny 'bout havin' a whistle-face cycle path son. Prawlys gonna take Momma a couple or a few days for to get used of it.