Peeple of the Wurld...

Peeple of the Wurld...may I have your attention pleez?

This is Ringo the Raccoon. I discovered the compooter had been left unguarded and have decided to write my own bog tonight. I asked the goat what she thought I should say. She said "Bleh." Stoopid goat. So, I think I will write a bog about what I did today.

This morning, I woke up. I scratched my tummy. I ate a big marshmallow. I washed my hands in my water bucket. I plotted to take over the wurld. I ate another big marshmallow. I was tired from plotting so I took a nap. When I woke up, I washed my hands and scratched my tummy.

Tomorrow, I will ask my mudder what she writes in her bog each day. She doesn't eat marshmallows but sometimes I see her plotting. My fadder is afraid she may take over the wurld.  It is now time to eat another marshmallow.

Oh no. I think I got sticky fingers on my mudder's compooter.

Ringo