Mookie Riffic

We have a counter in between the dinning room and the kitchen, and there is a folding table next to the counter, with a wooden chair placed backwards up against (much to my mother's dismay). I like to sit on this chair while mom and dad are in the kitchen, and watch them. Now you may say "Why don't you help?" Simple, our kitchen is way too small. So I was watching them make dinner when I saw something crawl across the counter, I levered myself up to get a good look at it and what would it happen to be? But a Paook. I started freaking, for that thing was getting near my food, and that would have been a catastrophe in my eyes. I started squeaking and pointing "PAOOKI! PAOOKI!! MOM!! PAOOKIE!!!!!" My dad sees it and steps back to let mom handle it and mom has no idea what’s going on, while I'm watching this thing get nearer the food. My mom gets mad, and yelled at me "I DON'T SPEAK MOOKIE!!" Dad starts laughing, I laugh, and the spider goes down the side of the counter, where I can't see it, but I don’t care because the Food is safe.

To be quite frank, even though I don't want to be Frank, I didn't know I had my own language. Oh wait, maybe I did. I think I failed that class.