Dear Hershey - Ver' gud job mine son.  Your mudda & me is proud of ya.  I am
tinking dis could hav been terrible ting if dat box did kill your mom 'cause
who wuld be given you da raisin struddles and da NutriCal an tings you gotta
hab.
 
I am protecting mine mom too, but neber saw a black ting on her face 'less
it was one of dem black ferrets we has.  I just don't like nobody - like da
udder hobs to get near her.  Alls de women are MINE.  You mudda, mine
Grumpy, is feelin' she did gud job in raisin ya.  We is raisin gud kinder.
Day all big 'n strong 'n brave liken you.  An day all knows how to dook real
loud 'cause it is in da jeans - I'm da loudest at dookin' ya ever heard an
all mine kinder isn 2.  I tinkin ya is an hero.
 
Your dear old fader, von Schokolade and your booful mudda, Mine Grumpy
(Sugar Baby).
[Posted in FML issue 1832]