Momma sploded mad on me today; an' I hardly even done nothin' wrong. 'Cept for I eated her pork chops what was under-freezin' in the kitchen sink. But that beed a accident. I jus' thunk what Momma leaved me a snack, is all. She screamed, not nobody never messes with Momma's food, George! You better watch out what I doesn't wanna shoulda make a rug outta you! I jus' beed actin' all sorry, lookin' down on my feets; an' guess what I seed? A zebra rug. Right underneath a my feets. Which, I thunk, maybe I bees standin' on George the Zebra right now. An' prawly George the Zebra eated some a Momma's food afore he gotted maked into a rug. So I is betendin' I is a rug now. An' I ain't gettin' up atill Momma finds somethin' else to chomp on.