planning for the island

Trudi having taken a nap and dreamed about the island adventures to come
wakes and is confused as to what she dreamed and what MME. A. and the rasta
cats said what was planned...

Trudi grooms, and finds MME. A. and says

Err, mine furnd, i iz notted sure ifin i iz gettin senlie or ifin i juzt
sleeped reallee gud, cult ursef tellz minesef or getsa rasta cats ta go ofur
whut we iz dowin onna island... efin repoztin a few posts or email dem to da
soft mite hep... mayhapz itsa soft whut iz gettin senile,

Trudi, who then heads towards a bar fura mornin dwink