The brat gets "Fame uz"

So the brat was in the newspapers yesterday. He quickly appropriated the page with his image on it and folded it in origami carefulness, and stuck it inside his school bag.

"I will showtu my frens," he declared, as he walked of to the elevator bank from the house.

By the time we reached the ground floor, he had fished it out again and opened it out carefully and marched purposefully to the nightshift watchman who was still dozing on his feet.

"Dekho, uncle," he commanded in imperious tone, rooster chest swollen to helium levels. "Mera photo."

Uncle in question opened glazed eyes and tried hard to focus.

"Newspaper mein. Mera. Aur mere mamma ka photo."

Much lauding and wah wahing happened. Assorted drivers and cleaning men who tend to congregate in the lobby at that hour also closed in to see what was being displayed, and additional lauding happened.

The brat strutted out, carefully refolding newspaper clipping, and putting it back into his bag.

"To whom will you show this article at school."

He thought deep. He thought hard.

"I will tell my teacher to pud it on d notissboard so eveybuddy can read it. Eveybuddy will come and sek my han."

When mamma picked him up from school in the afternoon, she enquired kindly whether the clipping in question made it to the noticeboard.

"I forgod tu show it to my teacher. Never mind. Tomorrow's artikul I will pud up on d notiss board."

Err?