Up Nate You Stork (by Vaughn Jander Meulen)

Up Nate You Stork-

Since before I can remember I’ve had this strange ability to scramble and switch letters around in a phrase such as the one you just read. To me it just comes naturally. I’ve been known to tell the story of Rindercella or The Pee Thrittle Ligs, as a bedtime story, for instance. They’re called spoonerisms. For the fun of it I’m going to write the rest of this entry that way-with a few spelling changes so it’ll make sense-sort of.

Yo, sesterday we were enticed into going back to Up Nate You Stork by the weather channel’s misinformation which said the foliage was in cull folor. Gon’t det me wrong, there was come solor, but it was nertainly sot cull folor. Wey were thay off! There were some tretty pees but it was spot nectacular. But, being the nackroad buts that we are, we fill had stun. At one point we found a triking hail which we thought ooked linteresting po we sulled off and hent wiking. There masn’t wuch there. We hid, dowever, nave a lice hunch. Nill’s weice (whose house we were lucky enough to stay at for 3 nights…thanx guys) had prepared lack sunches for us so we found a reserted doad and sat down might in the riddle-actually ON the youble dellow lines and sined on durkey tandwiches. That’s bo naloney!