I gots a box from my mailman from Frankie Furter..or at least it had my name on it.
Here's da stuff dat was in da box.
Yep, just what I expected...dis stuff ain't fur me, it was fur My Girl!
WAIT....hold up, I sees sumptin fur me.
Hold your horses till I gets to it.
A coloring book withs a doxie on it!
Looks just likes me
but I is so much purtier doncha thinks?
Hers got an apron fur when her cooks fur me and a jump rope too.
Behold my gift!
Ain't it a BEAUT??????
A birdhouse dat Frankie made with his very own paws.
Yea, I is gonna haves to 'splain dis pressie.
Nows ya'll see, while Frankie was in Master Chew Sits withs Mango and Mr. Master he was learning hows to do some wood working
not well I might add and wells, I wanted him to build me a bird house...hehehe!
I asked him several times furs a birdhouse.
I mean dat IS what you do when you goes to sleep-away-camp and a good beginners lesson fur dat wood working stuffs
as long as it don't end up as firewood likes most of his stuffs did.
So he actually
attempted made me a bird house!
Uh, Frankie...dat ain't a real hole, it's construction paper.
How's them birds gonna get in da
Moral of Da Story:
Be careful what you asks fur:)
FIREWOOD FOR SALE:
Seriously,thank you Frankie and My Girl says thank you, her just looooved her stuffs.
Hers won't lemme use her jumprope though (insert sad face). Her thinks I would tie da squirrels up.