Today, Bridgeett brought hers look look friend, the Weasel o Justeece, to meet me. Thinks the Weasel were spose to beat me up or somethins, becoo o my Moochiavellioo moochinatioos. But I kept turnin the othoo moo an givin him kissees, an Bridgeett said what I’s “not spose to act nice”. But I IS nice!

Thinks the Weasel o Justeece will be my friend, an mayboo one day him gets Bridgeett to be as well.