Big thanks to evrywun hoo haz allreddy nipt over to Dilly's blog
An meenwile, as tho I dident hav enuff to worry abowt wiv the prospekt ov bein torn furry lim from furry lim, I hav had to sort owt my cuzzin, Henry, as well.
The mor observant amung yu will allreddy hav tayken note that my nose is ov an Irish kaliber. The trainee spys amung yu mite also hav notist that Henry's is French. Well, if yu hav herd enything abowt World Cup Football this week, yu mite be reddy for wat I'm abowt to tell yu: he an I hav fallen owt. An that's the nice, gerly way ov puttin it, wich I, natchrelly, wuddent put at all, but Mummy is helpin me wiv sum ov this typin so I hav to hewmer her.
On Wendzday nite, Ireland waz winnin. We wer! We wer! It waz grayte! But then the French Captin, Thierry Henry, CHEETID an yewzd his HAND on the ball an got a goal an then France won. In fakt he dident jus nok the ball wiv his hand wunce, he did it TWICE! An then arfterwoods he sed, oh well, it's up to the ref to say if it's rong. WHAT???? No it's snot, yu cheet! It's up to yu to play proply!
My cuzzin is eevn naymed arfter this player an yu wud think that he wud be, oh I don't kno, lyin low, tip-toe-in rownd me, offerin to be my slayve, stuff like that. But oh no! Heez bin rubbin it in!!!
So I had to tayke things in paw...
The cheeter got me!
Tayke that, yu snail licker!
Hand ball THAT! HA!
OW!! HE BITE ME! HE BITE ME!
KABOOOOM CH CH CH CH!!!!!!!!!
I waz winnin!
I waz winnin, I tell yer!!!!
I had im just ware I wantid im!
Then Mummy broke us up.
Now she rekkons we hav to say sorry an shayke pors.