Musashi Sez:
Wull, hullo, foks. I iz back (an so is Mr. Tygr). But we can’t
tell yu wher we went cuz these govermint gyz in blak soots mayd us promis not
to. Parently, the werlds we wentid to in the seventh dimenshun wer kinda
Top Seecrit, an if you aksks me, that jus goes to sho yu how mutch trubble yu
kin get into when yu are relyin on bunneez to narrate yer story.
Huh.
So I’m bak, an it look lik Mom isn’t goin to let me out of
her sigt agin fer quite a while. Yu noe how it is, “You not writ, you not call,
you not email me! How was I knowin wher you wuz?” Like that. An then in the
middul of it she swoops me up an givs me mor hugs. AGEN. Oddly, she not do that
to Mr. Tygr, but he says he’s OK wift that, cuz ther is less of him fer her to
hug, an anywae he got quite enugf of that stuff when we were bicycling
around on Saturn.
Cuz of that whol govermint conspirasee
thin, I not allowed to tell yu about all the fansee playsis I vizitid or the
flyin monkees an lik that. So if yu has particler thins yu wants me to writ about, yu
let me noe, an I will get rigt on that.
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