My ladies

Doris, Martha and Betty are my three favourite ladies. I call them my aunties even though we are not related, we are just neighbours. Last day, we celebrated my birthday, just like we always do every third wednesday. Doris made me a cake with a mountain of rasberries on, just the way I like it. The berries were fresh from Anderson's garden. She climbed over his twelve meter fence to scrump them. Martha gave me a bottle of beer, it was empty, and then she burped. She was too tipsy to sing me a birthday song. Luckily, the day before she had trained a sparrow. It sang "sweet year my dear" in Arabic, my favourite language. Betty bought me a van. It was beige, fat and dented, to remind me of her. The used car dealer was twenty four kilometers away and Betty does not have a driver's license. However, that was not a problem, since Betty just carried the van in her hands.