Geiger: Our Secretary has asked us to write a joint post with our friend, Estorbo.
Sporran: He’s asleep!
Geiger: Maybe he’s tired after trekking through all that white stuff?
Estorbo: I can hear you, amigos! Your secretary says you don’ know aboud snow so I am goeen’ to esplain it for you. OK? OK.
Fors’ ob all, eet is
forg sorree! I forged my manners; thees is your blog.
Snow ees ber’ber’ cold. An’ wed. Ees nard nice . When the Smoothman made the eegloo for me I make heem geeve me carpet. You theenk a smard cat will seet een col’, wed snow!
So eet was a good peecture, but I corm eenside damn’ queeck-smard after he taghe the peecture!
Today, wheech, by the way, ees Day Numero Uno for thees ano (tha’s year), snow ees melteen’ mucho.
Sporran: I like the beedy sheep! Does it make noise?
Estorbo: No. Ees a domb sheep. Eet say nada.
Geiger: Can you ask the Secretary to make a picture of her in the snow?
Estorbo: OK, I ask her…she say “si, bot you mas no laugh.”
Geiger: We should show this to The Man. I’ll make sure he is awake!
Thanks, Estorbo, this was fun. Mybe we can do it again?
Estorbo: Si, no problemo.