Hey youse guys, wait a minnit here... It's me, Smokey the Kid !

I don't get kar-sick - I luv kar riden as long as Dad don't drive Dorkey. The dum kar wus rinnin' ruff and he was stompin' on both the go peddel and whoa peddel at the same time; made my liddle headbone bob up-n-down like a yo-yo! An' I wus lookin' out the back winnow when it happened. Oh, yeah; an' I'd been a NawteeDawg both nites before and went up to the horsey farm hind our place and scarfed down sum tossed out cow gristle I found. The hole sitchee-ashun made for a tender tummie. Wuzent all my fault.

So quit pikin on me, pleeze? Purdy Pleeze! I kant 'ford ta have Dad think I'm a really NawteeDawg else he might throw me away ! An' quit that laffin, Cinners - you wuz turnin' all green jest like i wuz!

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/s/ Cinder & Smokey
the Rescued & Adopted
FurKids of *Phred*