Yesturday, the sun came out, and we wur all sitting on the bak dek wurking on our suntans wen the nue naybur sez hello. Bean sat like a bag of roks, and Kitten peeked owt frum under a chaire. Wile Mom and the naybur were trading 1-liners, Mom looked at me and saw that I wuz litterally shaking in my nickers. I don't remembur effur doing this before. The naybur sed "sorry" to me, but that didn't stop me timbures from shivvering. Mom just laffed an sed that I could go in the howse annytime I wanted to (she had a poynt- the dore was wide open.)
I survived, but duz all this make me a weenie?