Me an' Momma hadded very fun this mornin' huntin' for eggs what the Easter Rabbit hided last night when we was sleepin'. Momma keeped on sayin', put yous eggs in the basket, Georgie; don't not eat 'em all on once. An' I were tryin'; 'cept for my mouth keeped gettin' in the way. Momma tole me, you is gonna rot yous teeths right outta yous face, George. I jus' thunk what that were foolish talk. But after we was done huntin' an' Momma seed what my basket beed empty, she sayed, Georgie! What did you done? I gived Momma my cute-boy smile an' then she screamed. Now I is mad as holy heck at that Easter Rabbit. I gottsa git a hold a the Tooth Fairy right away quick. Prawly he gonnas be able a fix this Easter Rabbit mess.

 

Clive an' Scabby comed over for supper tonight, an' Momma gone an' beed bareassin' me the whole attired time. She were sayin' sweetie-pie this, an' honey-bunny that, an' tryin' a scritch my ears an' kiss my nose... it beed deesgustin. I thunk what Clive an' Scabby prawly thunk, what a sissy kissy Momma's boy that George bees! So when Momma axed me for to take out the garbage after supper, I tole her, you cooked it, you take it out! I were only betendin'; but Momma taked it way so serious. She tole Clive an' Scabby, yous boys better stop that laughin' right now. Then she sayed, an' you git to you's room, Smart Alex! Which, I never even knewed what that beed me; 'cept then she whacked me on my head with a spoon. So I goed. I never knewed I hadded a middle name afore. I's gonna hafta axe Momma 'bout that. But prawly not tonight.

Grampy comed home lookin' all spiffy today, so I axed him, how come you's wearin' that big-girl blouse, Grampy? Did ya got a job? He tole me no, he jus' wented to see Madame Mystique The Paw Reader. I were wonderin' who the haystack has beed writin' notes on Grampy's feets; but he splained what a Paw Reader bees kinda like a talkin' fortune cookie. Grampy only jus' goed for to to find out if Grammy evers gonna come back to him. But when I gotted inside her tent, Georgie, he sayed, that Madame Mystique were the prettiest smellin' bitch I has ever sniffed. I forgetted 'bout Grammy an' I axed her does ya wanna bees my future wife? She tole me, you is gonna git outta here right now! Then she ringed a bell an' a big bald fella comed in the tent an' I gotted outta there right smart. I sayed, so, she really done sawed the future, huh, Grampy? Yup. That bees alls he hadda say 'bout that.

Today at Sunday School Mrs. Pearson beed teachin' us what ya all a time gots a be kind on ever peoples ya meets acause maybe one a them peoples really bees a Angel. All on a sudden my brains started cracklin' like Mice Krispies. I bemembered 'bout how come I never drownded to deaf that time what Clive pushed me outta the boat. An' how come I hasn't never beed runned over by a bus even know I runs on the road ever sometimes. An', when Mr. Brown beed chasin' me outta hims garbage; he felled down, but I jus' flewed away... LIKE A ANGEL! So I tole Mrs. Pearson, I thinks what I must of bees one a them Angels what nobody knows they's a Angel, Mrs. Pearson. On first, I thunk she beed gonna cry from seein' a Angel, acause her mouth gotted all twisted up. But then she busted up laughin' jus' like crazy ole Mrs. Linkbom done when the yambylance carted her off. Then alla kids was laughin', too. Which, that weren't kind what so all. They all prawly better watch they's nuts 'n bolts. When all the nother Angels hears 'bout this; theys no tellin' what a flock a mad Angels gonna git up to.