Uh — ten — HUT!
Iz me, Kummandur Pixie.
FosterMom hab bin sik awl week,
so we r puttin up an old diaree.
She prawmizez tu tri tu
be beddur by nezt Sundai.
Da Sekrit Armee wuntz yu tu proteckt yursef.
Dere iz no wun elze tu feed da armee.
Eben aftur da pandehmik,
dere r germz ebery whyr.
Yu muzt wash yur handz. A lawt.
But dere r reezunabull limutz.
Yu muzt cubur yur sneez and cawf.
Yu muzt keep yur diztunz frum uddurz when
yur sik.
Dat meenz …. HYDE!
Yur helf iz nawt a gaym.
Pleez stai sayf.
Da Sekrit Armee needz yu
tu fill da fud bowlz.
At eez.
Note from FosterMom: Sorry for the repeat. I’ve been ill all week, and while I’m improving, I’m not close to fully functional yet. I’ll try to pop in on Sunday to say hello, but I probably won’t be here more than a few minutes.