Hallow from me, Scowt,

Finully it is EvryDay in May aggen arftur larst yeer's Cowvid Ninety disarster sitchooayshun.

The problum is that all of the n'yews is ubbowt Kurrownarvyrarse but in the meentime animmuls and fishis and Octerpussiz howms are beeing choppd down, burnt, palloowtid and cuvvered in plasstick sow thay carnt evun get in thare frunt dors or thay downt evun have ay frunt dor enny mor. Did yew see thowse ko-arlur bares in Ostraylia wen thare trees were burnt and thayr fur wos on fyre? It made me cry and its becos hewmun beans are disstructing the world. I lyke the hewmun beans that I no (apart from the vikkar befor larst, who I tryd tew byte becos he smelt weerd) but some of them can be horrerble to the plannit.

That is wy I am running evry day in May aggen eevun thow I am kwyte tired thees days and no spring chippin.

Downt forget I love yew.

Thangkew for lissning.

From Scowt and the urrangatangs of the wurld xx