finally one Dog does answer, going: Prety gud, how about you? It is reely hot in here.
And I woslike: Frend, what is this plase?
He woslike: Par King.
I woslike: What is it for?
At which point he took a paws to lik his but. Wile I polite lee wated.
Finally he woslike: The Mawl.
I woslike: But what is the purpose of the Mawl?
By this time, however, he is asleep. With legs running, yet stil traped in that Kar, probly dreeming he is a Fox, with Fox lee freedom, and less pudgee.
But he was rite: it was Par King, it was the Mawl. Yumans wud go: You kids stop fiting, we’re at the Mawl, kwit, kwit it, if you don’t stop fiting how wud you like it if we just skip the Mawl and you can get rite to your aljuhbruh, Kerk? Or, speeking into a small box, a Yuman mite go, I have to run, Jeenie, I’m just now Par King at the Mawl! Or one Yuman slaps the but of a sekond, and the slapt one leens in, kwite fond, going, Elyut, you kil me. Or a lady drops her purse and bends to retreev her guds, when sudden lee her hat blows away, at which time, speeking a bad werd, she looks redy to sit and cry, own lee a nise man appeers, and rases off in kwest of her hat, tho he has a slite limp.
Yumans!
Always intresting.
One day I am krowching at the edge of Par King, gazing over at the Mawl, when out comes a pare of Yumans.
One woslike: OK, I will meet you at the Fud Cort when you are done with your lip waks.
And the other woslike: If you are late I will total lee kill you, Meggen.
And the other woslike: Don’t worry, I’ll find you. You’ll be the one with the way red lip.
Then they laffed.
That frase of “Fud Cort” prikked up my ears but gud.
Mite there be fud in a Fud Cort?
There mite, I felt.
Here I shud say, all my life, I have had kwite curative day-dreems. They wud just come upon me. And I wud enjoy them.
With some favrits being:
Some Yumans heer me speeking Yuman so gud they give me some Chiken, and I sit rite at there Table. And they go: How is it being a Fox?
And I go: Fine.
And they go: Foxes are our favrit Animal.
And I go: Thanks.
And they go: Why o why were we so stupid as to choose Dogs for our mane Pets?
And I go: I reely don’t know.
Or: Some Bares are chasing me. I stop and, holding one paw aleft, give them a speech about being nise, and they are like: Maybe this is weerd to ask, but cud you, a Fox, be our Grate Leeder, and teech us to be nise and not walk funy? And I go: Sure. And they applawd with their paws. But awkword. So I teech them to clap gud and they look at me with luv.
Or: Some Berds fly around my hed, going: What a prety Fox, we have flown everywhere in this werld and never seen one pretier! And one Berd goes: And smart too. And the others churp there agreement.
Now, krowching neer Par King, I had a curative day-dreem, about Fud Cort, which was: Go in, get some fud. Why not? How hard cud it be? If there is fud, it shud be fud for all, rite?
That nite, at Groop Meeting, I brot farth my plan.
But sad lee, my somewhat reputashun as a dreemer preseded me.
And not in a gud way.
Grate Leeder woslike: What is Fud Cort anyway? Sounds danjerus.
I woslike: Yumans are nise, they are cul.
And Fox 41 woslike, all snoty: O rite! Very funy! I’m sure we are going to trust the same Fox who once clamed he went to Collage with some Baby!
Fox 41 bringing up that Baby was so not cul.
Once, long ago, at that Story window, I day-dreemed those Yumans invited me in and let me hold there Baby. And that Baby luvved me so much, we soon jerneyed to Collage together, whering are little Collage Hats! It was grate! At Collage we lerned such Yuman skils as Werking Machines, and How to Play a Violin Complete Lee Screechy.
But when I came home and told my Foxes about going to Collage with that Baby, they did not beleev me. To proov it, I desided to show them my Collage Hat.
Which was when I remembered I had day-dreemed the hole thing.
The only Collage Hat I had was in my brane!
Tray embarasing.
So that is
And I woslike: Frend, what is this plase?
He woslike: Par King.
I woslike: What is it for?
At which point he took a paws to lik his but. Wile I polite lee wated.
Finally he woslike: The Mawl.
I woslike: But what is the purpose of the Mawl?
By this time, however, he is asleep. With legs running, yet stil traped in that Kar, probly dreeming he is a Fox, with Fox lee freedom, and less pudgee.
But he was rite: it was Par King, it was the Mawl. Yumans wud go: You kids stop fiting, we’re at the Mawl, kwit, kwit it, if you don’t stop fiting how wud you like it if we just skip the Mawl and you can get rite to your aljuhbruh, Kerk? Or, speeking into a small box, a Yuman mite go, I have to run, Jeenie, I’m just now Par King at the Mawl! Or one Yuman slaps the but of a sekond, and the slapt one leens in, kwite fond, going, Elyut, you kil me. Or a lady drops her purse and bends to retreev her guds, when sudden lee her hat blows away, at which time, speeking a bad werd, she looks redy to sit and cry, own lee a nise man appeers, and rases off in kwest of her hat, tho he has a slite limp.
Yumans!
Always intresting.
One day I am krowching at the edge of Par King, gazing over at the Mawl, when out comes a pare of Yumans.
One woslike: OK, I will meet you at the Fud Cort when you are done with your lip waks.
And the other woslike: If you are late I will total lee kill you, Meggen.
And the other woslike: Don’t worry, I’ll find you. You’ll be the one with the way red lip.
Then they laffed.
That frase of “Fud Cort” prikked up my ears but gud.
Mite there be fud in a Fud Cort?
There mite, I felt.
Here I shud say, all my life, I have had kwite curative day-dreems. They wud just come upon me. And I wud enjoy them.
With some favrits being:
Some Yumans heer me speeking Yuman so gud they give me some Chiken, and I sit rite at there Table. And they go: How is it being a Fox?
And I go: Fine.
And they go: Foxes are our favrit Animal.
And I go: Thanks.
And they go: Why o why were we so stupid as to choose Dogs for our mane Pets?
And I go: I reely don’t know.
Or: Some Bares are chasing me. I stop and, holding one paw aleft, give them a speech about being nise, and they are like: Maybe this is weerd to ask, but cud you, a Fox, be our Grate Leeder, and teech us to be nise and not walk funy? And I go: Sure. And they applawd with their paws. But awkword. So I teech them to clap gud and they look at me with luv.
Or: Some Berds fly around my hed, going: What a prety Fox, we have flown everywhere in this werld and never seen one pretier! And one Berd goes: And smart too. And the others churp there agreement.
Now, krowching neer Par King, I had a curative day-dreem, about Fud Cort, which was: Go in, get some fud. Why not? How hard cud it be? If there is fud, it shud be fud for all, rite?
That nite, at Groop Meeting, I brot farth my plan.
But sad lee, my somewhat reputashun as a dreemer preseded me.
And not in a gud way.
Grate Leeder woslike: What is Fud Cort anyway? Sounds danjerus.
I woslike: Yumans are nise, they are cul.
And Fox 41 woslike, all snoty: O rite! Very funy! I’m sure we are going to trust the same Fox who once clamed he went to Collage with some Baby!
Fox 41 bringing up that Baby was so not cul.
Once, long ago, at that Story window, I day-dreemed those Yumans invited me in and let me hold there Baby. And that Baby luvved me so much, we soon jerneyed to Collage together, whering are little Collage Hats! It was grate! At Collage we lerned such Yuman skils as Werking Machines, and How to Play a Violin Complete Lee Screechy.
But when I came home and told my Foxes about going to Collage with that Baby, they did not beleev me. To proov it, I desided to show them my Collage Hat.
Which was when I remembered I had day-dreemed the hole thing.
The only Collage Hat I had was in my brane!
Tray embarasing.
So that is
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