Betsy denounced today at breakfast what she gonna bees a fashion model, so she can only eat kale smoothies from now goin'. I tole her, Betsy! You's talkin' crazy. Ya looks like a little horsey, not no model. Grampy tole me what I is pretty, she sayed, all handsy-hipsy. Well a course Grampy gonna tole ya that, Betsy, I sayed. He bees blind as a bean bag on account a them cadillacs in his eyes. Bemember, Grammy leaved him acause she's rather has a man what gots cadillacs in his driveway, astead a his head? Betsy, Grampy even tole Momma what she bees a pretty girl! It don't means nothin'. He did? She axed me. He done called Momma pretty? Yeppers. Ya might as well jus' go on an' gobble up that kibble, I tole her. Not gonna make no nevermind. An' that prawly beed the first time what she have ever done like I sayed.