And...Momma said I can't open it till I hab a baff...so, I did some widdle grrr's, grrr's, grrr's at her but, she said not yet!
I towed her I'm not a Deeba...jub let me open it but, she said I berry skag-gelly and she wants me to wook pwetty for YT & my S
B!
So, wite now...I am guarding my BIG box and wicking it all over and I fink it tastes like it came from Kentucky...
I wub my S
B whoo ebber you are!
