Trudi, diz iz Willow anna I haz been lookink for u all oofver diz yaht. She
blushes a bit, I needza a fafor. She looks at her little black dress in the
mirror, fluffs her bottle brush tail and checks her black heels. I wud like
ta ask Harry Gordon ta take me to diner diz niet but, I kan't quite git up
da kourage to do diz. Kud U help?