Somethin' beed wrong with Momma today. Alls on a sudden she gotted to huggin' on me real hard. Like as if she gonnas fell outta the tree or somethin'. Then she sayed, thanks you, Georgie. An' I sayed, huh? Oh, jus' thanks you for bein' you, is all. Which, I thunk, a course I is me. Then I thunk, do I bees wearin' a disguise? All a whole time Momma beed starin' on me like she wannas eat me for dinner. Then I thunk, if she only jus' knows what I bees me right now.... Who the Christmas Cripes do she thunk she beed sleepin' with last night? I is sleepin' on the floor tonight. Prawly at the front door. Prawly I's gonna stay there atill she gots that creepy look outta she's face.
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