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Musashi Sez:

So I has been taykin a few weeks off, mostly playin pirate in Mom’s closet, although I has to say that at first we were maykin all her socks walk the plank. Cuz they were whoo-ee too stinkee eevn fer us, who aprershiaytes the shtinky!!! Then Mr. Tyger said, “Wull, if we is so all-fired scaredy-cats of sharks, why don’t we jus put them socks on strings like buoyouoyouys, and then the sharks will conshusly avoid us."

Yep, he’s perty smart lik that.

So this is whut we did. Also, we maydid a treaty wift her T-shirsts—not all of them, just the ones whut she wear at the “Jim.” They are the stinkiest, but not as bad as the sockses. We use them shirtses as sails, so that the Wind kin blow the stinky out of them. Huh.

A Tropikul Vacation from Piratin

Musashi Sez:

Captain Crunch an me has becomed gud friends sinse the Fourth of July when we tuk tim off from figting to hide from all them fireworks explosions which were verree distractin an scary. Aftr we finished the 6-pack of root beers, he taught me a pirate song (he called it a sea-chantey), that went lik this:

O! The pirate’s life is very fine!

The gold that once was yours is mine!

Yo ho ho an a bottul of rum!

The pirate’s life is a lot of fun!

There was more stanzrs, but I fergetted them. An after each stanza we dance around and then fall down giggling, which I was akshully verree gud at, hnrf, hnrf, hnrf. I has a killer giggle.

So after all that hornpipin an giggling, me an Captain Crunch has decided to call off that whol figtin to the death thing that were planning on doin. Turns out this dancing stuffs is much more fun. Huh.