Either way, what a lovely life you have now with your mom who rescued you and has completely spoiled you
(WAY TO GO, MILLIE BEA, YOU GOT HER RIGHT WHERE WE WANTS 'EM, EH?)
and we just wanted to pop by for a spot of tea but mom says we gonna have a storm so she taking her 4-wheeled walker to get us plenty of good salad treats and piggie-spoiling items sure to please, even if we are all stuck inside.
When are we NOT stuck inside?
Have we ever been OUTSIDE?
That the beauty of brain-damage! Mom ain't got NO idea what she doing, thinks we roam free through
sumptuous hay-flower gardens surrounding her majestic summer villa in Italy, so she endeavors ceaselessy to make up for our "winter incarceration" overcompensating us with GuineaSpoiling!
We are so NOT taking advantage of her disAbilities, we are mere exploiting them and can't wait to see what she brings home! It's a fine art we have refined, the exploitation of Mom's Confoozion.
Milicent Beatrice...you look quite fetching -
"YUM-YUM, GIVE IT A REST!" shouts the herd, rolling their eyes, tossing hay bales into the sky!
The herd is merely jealous...ta-ta and please keep this between us as my little Fairy mustn't see this.
Nor you see her. Or -
"YUM-YUM, YOU SHAMELESS DON JUAN DE MARCO, GIVE IT A REST!"
