Dear Mike, Having made ze miztake of ze year,ziz iz a varning for ze future tozzers of ze zebras. It all ztarted out to be lotz of fun, but ended up in ze hozpital. I vasn't about to make ze miztake of ze guy in ze vall mart who tozzed ze whole voman zen had ride in ze police car, zo I cleverly vaited in ze park for zebra. Many zebra of all zhapez and zizes come by,but I vait for ze perfect zpecimen to tozz. It must be ze big one I zhould tozz,az zere vould be no hounour in tozzing ze inferior one.More come by zat day vhich vere not perky enough,zome vere too zaggy,zome vere too zmall.Zo I vait. One day ze vife and I vere valking on ze beach,and zere were zebras playing ze volleyball! Imagine my excitment az I vatch zem bouncing back and forth ! Ze vere perfect ones, zo I zeize ze moment! I go fazt, grab zebra and tozz far down ze beach! Now I am ze bad guy all of a zudden! Ze vife, zhe iz smacking me on ze head vith purze, ze other vomen are ztomping me and zchreeching, zuch a racket I have never heard! Ven I get home from hozpital, Vife gone to motherz. I zee miztake on computer veb zite, it zay zebras, not ze bras.I reccomend zat nobody elze make zis miztake! Vas lotz of fun for a vile, though.

Yours truly Ziggy Villiams