Mothra flyin by

Me and Bambi was hangin out on da bed. Den we saw sumpin flyin round near da seeling lyte.

Bambi sez it's called a Mothra.

We was berry X-cited! I was chirpin' my head off.

Bambi sez, "Contain yerself!"

But, I jus' coodint. I was climbin' the wall. I almost got him. Jus' one bite an he wood be gone! I was gonna eat him like I did da spider dat time in da bat tub. Den sudenly mothra gone bye bye!

Whair he go? I dunno!

No mor fun wid mothra.

Bambi. She smirkin' at me. Wha's so funnee? I say.

Bambi say, "Look between ur eyes!" I dunno wat she mean.

She say, "On yer nose, Silly Boy!"

Ah, ha! Dat whair dat mothra go! Him on my nose! But he a smart mothra n' go fly again. I no ketch him. He go owt the windo!

Bambi say, "Too bad, Kiddo. U mist ur chance!"

Ok, so, I gonna get him nex tyme!

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