Adoi I jalled from the gudli 'dree the toss-ring for a pashora, when I dicked a waver mush, an' he putched mandy, 'What bak? and I penned pauli, 'Kek bak; but I've got a bittus left. So I wussered with lester an' nashered saw my covvas my chukko, my gad, an' saw, barrin' my rokamyas. Then I jalled kerri with kek but my rokamyas an I borried a chukko off my pen's chavo.
There are always two sides to a prediction. And yuv pookered, "Mandy chored it from a biksherro of a pigeon." Then he jalled a-men the pigeons an' penned, "Sarishan, pals?" And they putched lesti, "Where did tute lel akovo kauli rokamyas te byascros?" And yuv penned, "Mandy chored 'em from those wafri mushis the rookuses."
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