Hey focks I’m gonna tell ya the story of Gruntz

Hey focks I’m gonna tell ya the story of Gruntz. He’s my pet Tasmanian Devil. He grunts all the whole entire long day long. He doesn’t like me. I don’t like him. Cuz I don’t like objects that have a grunting environment about them. He don’t like persons with yellow or brown or red or black or green hair. Don’t ask me why. I wanna get my hair changed to purple. Cuz I used to like purple until a grape changed my opinion on that matter. Maybe Gruntz will GASP………………………LIKE ME?! Hopfully. Cuz I like it when creatures that I don’t like like me and they don’t know that they like me and they don’t know that I don’t like them just because I feel like I don’t want to like them and they feel like they don’t want to like me and I just want to get revenge. See it’s that simple?? I wonder if Gruntz likes my wide expansion of vocabulary. I hope he does Because I just changed my mind on the “like” sentence. I think I would like to reword it. I like it and I love it when creatures that I don’t like like me and I don’t like them but they just like me and they want to be just like me and they don’t know that I don’t like them or that they don’t like me just because they aren’t thinking about if they like me or if I like them and they don’t know that I don’t like them just because I don’t feel like liking them and they just don’t feel like liking me and neither of us likes being liked by the other liker phew that’s a long sentence. I better go put Gruntz to bed caus he’s a-gruntin’ right know and I don’t like it when he likes grunting even though it means his name fits him BYE!!

The end.

By Dottiedie.