lucky e: then you wake up suddenly wondering where Mom went
lucky e: stupid paparazzi
lucky e: to the right...maybe
lucky e: in the middle...just the paps
lucky e: to the left...nope
lucky e: where do deer buy milk?
lucky e: I am telling Mom that you are taking my picture
lucky e: oh, Mom! Are you over here?
lucky e: Can you see my Mom from over there, Mr. Paparazzi?
lucky e: Whoa. I can see a lot better down here in this short grass. Wait. There she is.
lucky e: Bye Mr. Papa-razzi in the short grass.
lucky e: and then I told that Paparazzi not to take our photo anymore