Today at Sunday School I beed prayin' so hard I prawly gots blisters on my soul. Then Mrs. Pearson sayed, George! Why is you actin' all Bob Noxious sittin' there mutterin' at yous own self? Pay attention! So I tole her, I is prayin' is all, Mrs. Pee. Which, she hates bein' called Mrs. Pee. An' I splained 'bout how me an' Grampy was watchin' movies last night, an' we been eatin' popcorn with our movies; so Grampy snucked Grammy's teeths outta her water dish after she goed to bed acause they bees the bestest popcorn chompers in the world. But now today Grammy bees madder an' a fat girl on a diet, sayin' what she keeps tastin' Orville Baker in her mouth. She throwed Grampy outside an' he ain't the loud back in even know he bees so thirsty. So, I sayed, Mrs. Pearson, that bees why I is prayin' to the Tooth Fairy, for to get Grampy a new set a good popcorn teeths afore he thirsties to deaf outside. Well, Mrs. Pearson standed there, an' her mouth keeped on movin' like as if there beed words all lined up an' ready for to go... but nothin' comed out. Nothin' what so all. I's prawly gonna hafta find out if there bees a Talkin' Fairy somewheres; prawly say a couple a prays for her too.

Well, look like Momma winned again. She gots me wearin' the BIG GIRL SEX IN THE CITY coat; an' I ain't even apposed of say s-e-x. I tried a argue on her 'bout I don't not wanna wear these stupid Big Girl clothes, but Momma sayed, jus' hush yous self George an' stan' still! Try an' look like a Poodle. Now, Georgie, say what Momma tole ya. Which, that bees that this stupid coat gots a riginal fake purse an' bees maked outta warm soft cosy cuddly an' stylish fleece. I ain't sayin' it. Long hairs don't cares.... oooh....noooo... Look what my Momma have did to me!

I tole Momma what I ain't wearin' no girlie coat for yous pictures... Clive an' Scabby Doyle has already beed callin' me Georgina an' axin', where's yous high heels, Georgina? But Momma jus' only sayed, yes you is, Mister. You gottsa support yous sister an' her inventions. You is gonna show-off Big Girls By Betsy; plus-sized coats for to keep them big girls warm in style; acause you wanna bees a good brother. Which, I don't even cares. Momma tole me I is gonna tole everbody what I is wearin' BIG GIRL GOES DANCIN', by Betsy. An' I is apposed of say what it features a genuine 18 carrots fake gold studded belt an' necklace, an' super duper warm fleece. But I tole Momma, no way hosey! You is not flyin' my picture alls over the internest lookin' like this. Betsy gots lots the nother coats what I ain't gonna model, neither. I tole Clive an' Scabby what Momma bees makin' me support my sister, an' now they gots everbody callin' me Wonderbra.