It's on my way to school one dewey mornin' when I gets involved all inadvertent in a onhappy rupture with a polecat.

I never does know how the misonderstandin' starts.

After all, the seeds of said dispoote is by no means important; it's enough to say that polecat finally has me thoroughly convinced.
Followin' the difference an' my defeat, I'm witless enough to keep goin' on to school, whereas I should have returned homeward an' cast myse'f upon my parents as a sacred trust.

Of course, when I'm in school I don't go impartin' my troubles to the other chil'en; I emyoolates the heroism of the Spartan boy who stands to be eat by a fox, an' keeps 'em to myself.

But the views of my late enemy is not to be smothered; they appeals to my young companions; who tharupon puts up a most onneedful riot of coughin's an' sneezin's.