When ! waz a grl mi famile livd 4 a tim in Indonezia.  1 nit my parents tuk me 2 C the wayang kulit, the shado-pupet pla.  Thez wer very simpl pupets cut from lethr, with 1 chip in M or prosesor uv Ny kind.  The pupetmastr hung a whit sheet & lit an oyl lamp behind it, so th@ by dansing his pupets in front of the lamp, he cud mak ther shados run & fīt & dans & flee upon the sheet.  The store he told w/ hiz pupets wuz a v. long 1, takn from the Ramayana, w/ bulje-I’d Dmonz and monkeez, LXrz uv mortalite & thin-I’d grasful herOs.  All →the nīt the batlz rajd.  I fel asleep & wok ↑, fel asleep & wok ↑ again, whil arownd me babeez crid & quieted, vilajrz tokd, & bats floo whirling → the darknes.  Until @ last the gamelan orkestra playing arownd the pupetmastr groo loudr & I wok ↑ just in tim 2 C the 4ses of good triumf w/ the cuming of don, & I felt th@ sum mīte wav had rold →me & I wud nevr B the sam again.

 

We R thoz dansing pupets, & my hol l!f has past on th@ 1 nīt, fīting against evl Dmonz & monkeez, but in the end the day wil cum & the 4ses of good wil triumf, I beleev it.

 

& then the masheenz wil put us ↓, we poor lethr pupets, & leev the □, & we wil B but dum, blind cureoz, w/ barle a chip or prosesor in us, & my part in the gr8 store wil B ovr.  & I promis U th@ on th@ dā, when we do the rīt thing & R utrle past by, I wil feel mor sore 4 & mor kinship w/ my bitrst human Nme than w/ my best masheen frend.