Maman is off to werk to ged munny. I still don see da point ob dis munny fing.
I wooked at munny yestidday. Id was in Maman's pockybook onna fwoor, inner walwet. Id wooked wike paper, bud when I was gonna taste id, she gwabbed it outta my mouf an sed, "Oi! Belinda! NO! Dat's munny!"
So munny hassa kinda greasy feel to it, an is paper. Big deal.
So while she was puddin id away, I wooked more innu da pockybook. Dere were sum hard fings atta bottom. I pushed dem wif my nose an she sed, "Oi! Belinda! NO! Dat's munny!" Bud dey smelled funny to me, so I didn't twy to eet dem.
Dere was also a buk ob pages inner pockybook wiffa pwastick cobber dat I was gonna pik up, bud Maman taked da pockybook away frum me an sed dat bunnies shuldn't be 'lowwed near pockybooks cossa alla munny.
"Don you know I god my wife in dere?"
Well, no, I didn. I fought wife was sumfing you libbed, nod sumfing you hauled aroun inna pockybook.
"Chekbuk, keys, notes, pwanner, driber's license, munny - ebberyfing!"
So dat's whut he wife is. A bunch ob stuff - oh, an munny.
Hoominz is allus tawkin aboud munny. Dey is sabbin id, spendin id, puddin it innu banks, takin id here an dere, habbin id in akounts an mostwy not habbin enuf obbit. I don see whut good id is. It's greasy, id don taste good. Ugly peeble onna TeeBee tawk aboud it while wearin soots. Dey werk for it, pway wiffit, wook for it, act stoopid to ged it, an steel id; dey sing songs aboud it an I guess dat, nextest to lub, it'ssa most talked about fing inna werld.
I hab seed munny. I tasted munny. Whuts'sa big deal heer?
Hay tastes bedder. Craisins taste MUCH bedder. Sweepin probides more fun. Sunshine is preddier. My friends are more inner'estin. Heck, chasin a cat is more inner'restin.
I just don gedda hoomin fassynashun wif munny.
Mebbe you godda be more den wun foot offa da gwound to unnerstand.
Dunno. Don care. Gonna go eet sum hay.