THE STORY ABOUT PHIL

A short little story concerning Phil

Phil was all wakey this morning, not at all like his userer surf.

"Can't ill manage why eye feel so albert this moaning," Phil said in a puzzlement to his shelf; "This is as closed to not seeping as I care to have gutted. As a mantle of face, if I head  my own whey, I would ever and forever stay seeping!"

To his whorer, Phil was, even as he were speeching, star thing to field even more albert!

"Oh," Phil realized loudly, "This will be the and of my very peas! Here I am all wakey,and no body any pace clear. This is a trebuchet, one less eye mist my guest!"

He then head an utter thought.

"Maid bee," Phil tolled him surf, "I am not wakey atoll, but am still and seeping." This seemed two bee the actual tooth, the moor he said it.

Who is two slay?

Author's Note

definitely ignore all rules