Carol Ann is like my Mudd cuz when she says something she believes it no matter what, but I’m like my Dudd cuz I don’t. Stories tear you away from the truth and tear means cut, and tear means cry too and tears are like rain escape they have salt like the soda ocean.

In Saving Mr. Banks, her mudder’s sister came to take care of her Dadoo. She had Mary Poppins’ umbrella. I read the book and saw the movie where Mr. Banks had money, but not like Zeyde but more like Obbie. He never drank whiskey, rum, wine, beer, gin, or absinthe and when Mary Poppins popped in, she made everything alright. Real life is not like that.

Carol says Mr. Schnoob smells like pee and she’s right so I will burn him.